Burial Poem by Jake Johnson
Burial
Is this the end?
so soon it cannot be
the wounds of yesterday have healed
but only to be reopened
by the hate of salvation's knife
there is no way out
there is nothing
no light, no tunnel
just darkness
just death
the smell of rotting flesh
maggots surround you
tearing at the skin thats left
you can only scratch and scream
the casket holds you in
never letting go
the only escape is death
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9/26/2024 12:50:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the part you said the wounds of yesterday have healed that is such a nice sentence.. Wonderful words and flows well I also like the title it fits the poem as well.. KRISTA