Absence Poem by Johann Graham

A fiendish odor seeps through loose soil,
escapes from a sad atrocity.
The bright moon lights this silent turmoil
from a lost love sleeping quietly.
A sonnet carved upon her gravestone
speaks of amorousness and bliss.
Her beloved stands above, alone
deep in thoughts of kisses he will miss
She wants to weep but her eyes are dry.
'Oh my, how sad my last days have been!
I want to breathe! I want to be alive!
Can't learn to love this lonely coffin! '