The Dead One

The dead one

That still dreams about existence

Complains about the dark grave

Weakness in bones

Vacancy in the heart

Recall the passing courage 

Where the passion date

I have been told 

The dead one was brave

Only braves die 

and suffer in graves,

And from the scary tales of death above

Ashamed, if I visit your grave

Afraid, if you ask me that question. 

I know you, you cannot rest 

Untill the people change

You will in every visit

Ask me the question

Any changes in our situation?

Ah, still there is humiliation

Many caught up in your death.

Obituary published with love

Asking, where is now the home of

the brave one?

Affected, Unlikely .. feel outcasted

Sad, unlucky and now buried

Derived strength from the entombed

echo of the whining beloved.

Written first time in ©2010 

Published at ShadiatiQue © 2012