In the Graveyard
Whose soul is it purging itself
among the graves late at night
the one throwing itself upon God
the one heavy with a life's burden
the one trying to release itself from its shell.
I saw that burden that soul carried
heavy with grief of many years
inflicted with pain throughout its threads
I thought it would unravel into dust
it threw itself upon the ground.
The soul I witnessed in the graves
tried to soak itself within the ground
and lashed and moaned with grief
when the earth's entire bosom
wouldn't accept it as its own.