Dead

The weight of the stone above me is light,
Light in comparison to the weight of worry I had when alive,
Darkness surrounds me now,
But not as dark as my darkest days when alive,
Iím entombed now,
But not as enclosed as I was when alive,
I have just enough room to turn around,
But turning around when alive would have been unjust,
Six feet overhead I hear the sunshine and see the rain,
That makes me smile,
Now I rest forever.




Poetry by Mick Bean
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Written on 2017-12-31 at 01:38

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Yah, being under takes away the hopelessness,
pain, & misery. That's the nice thing about it.
Well done.
2018-01-02


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poems tend to be dark, and so is this one. However, you make being under seem rather pleasant and liberating. Liked it.
Ashe
2017-12-31