Poem: Mothers Grave

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I see the dark as I open my eyes, I dream of clear blue skies. I see Gouls and goblins of the human kind, Scary thoughts pop up inside. My inner thoughts have demons, But I push them far away. To another land, For them to stay. They will never get me, For I am hidden in a secret place. In the warmth of my mother’s arms, In her resting place. I am trapped. Locked away from the world, No one can hear my screams, From the underworld. I can hear faint crying, Above the grave. The tread of a man, With a worn out spade. I’d like to be let out now, I’ve changed my mind. My mother’s warmth, Has slowly died. She left me a bony kiss, An indent of heavenly bliss. I am forever here now, Encased in my own remiss.