gravedigger

burning lilies catch my attention
they have been resting neglected
since the week forgotten by.
they were soaked with tears
now they lie sorrowful themselves
the dust of neglectance screams out loud
with the goner, has gone the concern.

the soil is still impregnated
with the footprints of the loved.
the goner, had no footprints indeed
the ground is soggy and damp
the mastiff has been here since a week
clawing out the dirt, digging the mud
trying to find the inexistant.

it kills me with sorrow
seeing its dull, misty eyes
but provided me with a reaffirmance
that all is not lost in the end
when thread-bare relationships
feign a woeful ignorance to the snapping
of the already beaten-down threads
there are some, who choose to make a difference.


i am a grave-digger i dig the graves i make them shallow so they can feel the rain..............