Do you hear something from my grave ?
Flesh rots, maggets are born, soon bones become dust. Riches are nowhere to be found.
Rain pours, water seeps down, soon dawns a rainbow. An empty grave lies in the hush.
I ask you again do you hear something ?
Dawn arrives, another day goes by, soon midnight knocks. No one's trail leads them here to me.
Roses wilted, a withered tombstone, there comes a gentleman with a tulip. Not mine to be.
Yet i ask do you hear something ?
Tempest upon, where it all began, thunder doesn't frightens me anymore, this quietness does.
Weird serenity, a curse for eternity, my agony prevails death. A whisper from my grave.

© jude