It is done
I am gone
No more fun
Not in a casket
So tight as a gasket
With no fuss
My bones to dust
Let me roam in the ocean
Currents and great motion
Travel with the sands
To foreign lands
I will frown
If put in the ground
Let me be free
Explore the sea
That grave is so grave
Can't move
Can't misbehave
Trapped in a box
With no locks
I pout if I can't get out
Wind is my friend
Picks me up, puts me down
Again and again
All over the place
Not in that dark space
All around the nation and any location
Bless me with cremation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one. Good write. Take a look at my New one called, the living and the dead.