They buried me deep
in an unmarked grave
near a ditch on a road
with no number no name
I think they dream of me
and I dream of them
I think they hear me calling
from my grave
near a ditch
on the road with no number no name
” She’s nothing but bones,
maybe some hair or a shoe ”
She’s gone forever
they scream in their dreams
swept away like dead leaves
whispering across a road with no number, no name.
But I’m wrapped tight,
held down tothe Earth
from the roots from a tree
and sometimes I feel cold
when there is a cool breeze
I think that one day
I may just crawl from my grave
I think I’ll find my way back
from my unmarked grave
near a ditch
on a street with no number and no name
Daily Post Prompt: Roots
is it under the category….travel and leisure….?