From My Grave

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

Author: animar64

I write- the rest is filler

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