Poem: Mothers Grave Poetry

I see the dark as I open my eyes,
I dream of clear blue skies.
I see Gouls and goblins of the human kind,
Scary thoughts pop up inside.

My inner thoughts have demons,
But I push them far away.
To another land,
For them to stay.

They will never get me,
For I am hidden in a secret place.
In the warmth of my mother’s arms,
In her resting place.

I am trapped.
Locked away from the world,
No one can hear my screams,
From the underworld.

I can hear faint crying,
Above the grave.
The tread of a man,
With a worn out spade.

I’d like to be let out now,
I’ve changed my mind.
My mother’s warmth,
Has slowly died.

She left me a bony kiss,
An indent of heavenly bliss.
I am forever here now,
Encased in my own remiss.