287 – The Unseen

Poem number 287
The Unseen
Darkness, always darkness
Never sunlit, always night
The sound of feet above me
On the path just to the right
When it rains it pitter patters
When it snows I feel the chill
Seeping through the frozen earth
To where I lie so still
My knuckles bruised, my nails all torn
The hardwood proved its worth
My breath now gone, I linger on
In spirit, under earth
A fortnight now I’ve been here
Just a thousand years to go
My body dead, my mind alive
And nobody will know.


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