Grave Speaks


It's scary over there—  

There’s pain, trouble, and fear.  

Out there,  

There’s war and terror

Over here,

It doesn't feel safe to stay.  

So I thought.


Then I went to the graveside.  

It’s calm out here.  

The pain, the trouble, the fear—  

They all end here.  

The war and the noise cease  

The moment you drop dead.  

It feels like peace.  


But is it better?  

Came a reply to my thought.

Whatever dream you had  

Ends the moment you come here.  

Whatever hope,  

Whatever aspiration—  

All of it dies  

The moment you do.

The cold wind brushed my skin  

As I stood there,  

Pondering.  

Have you truly thought  

What it’s like here?  

Do people leave the world above  

Happy to arrive?  

Are they fulfilled?  

Or do they come  

With dreams left behind?

Did you think of those  

You would leave behind?  

Those who, if you could,  

You’d wipe their tears  

And whisper, “It’s alright”—  

But you won’t be able to.

There will be moments of laughter you’ll miss.  

No matter how terrifying it seems up there,  

You won’t find those joys here.  

Not even in this quiet.  

Not even in this calm.

Think on this, child  

Even as you run home,  

Remember—  

There are people waiting for you there.  

No one waits for you here.

© Ebube 











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