The lonely Grave

This little grave
Is a lonely grave
The owners left,
they promised to come
and keep it company
But they have never appeared.

Some nights are so cold,
No one to light a fire,
Near the grave,
To keep it warm,
And keep it company.

No one cried on that day,
It was peculiar,
They hurriedly made it and left.
Not a tear for the little grave,
Was shed,

It’s just a small grave,
Why leave it behind,

When the darkness falls,
I hear sounds,
Chilling sounds,
A child crying,
A mother weeping
Around the little grave,


About Sabuni

A computer scientist by, profession. loves writing, listening to jazz, country and the oldies.
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