Soil Over My Head Poem by Alexander Romanov

The soil falls gently over my head,
As I lie here in an empty bed,
Oh mother, can you feel my fear,
As I'm consumed by the end that's near.

The sea beckons, the knife tempts,
Will my soul be forever exempt,
From this life of sadness and pain,
Where love and joy seem so in vain.

Sad veiled bride, with a heavy heart,
Yearns for happiness, a fresh start,
Handsome groom, give her room to breathe,
Loud, loutish lover, don't deceive.

I know it's over, yet I cling,
To the hope that my heart will sing,
To find a place where I belong,
And where my soul will be strong.

Love is natural and love is real,
But not for me, not for this feel,
The nights are lonely, and so cold,
As I lie here, feeling old.

It's easy to laugh, it's easy to hate,
But to be gentle and kind takes great,
Strength and courage to face each day,
And keep the sadness at bay.

Oh mother, can you feel my pain,
As I lay here in the pouring rain,
Oh mother, can you hear my cries,
As the soil covers me, and I say goodbye.