No one around, I wait,
For someone to find.
In this cold underground, there is only to wait.
Only scarred bones, there is nothing by my side.
No cross or gravestone carved,
Just buried here in the wreckage of the battles in the dark.
I could have been saved
But my friends alone schemed, left me alone as on, swords clanked.
Beneath soils of years and lives in history buried,
I lie here, deep within. Come, find me.
Come right the wrong, all others left and feared.
My skull -lanced- in parts cleft! - see,
How crowns break the best of men,
And give most haunting deaths.
Come and if you find, bury me again,
Lay another crown of thorny withes.
That alone will tell the truth of joy and of pain
That all living pass by, and I won't have lived in vain.
There's 8 more to come- or even more. This will however have to wait a few months.
I hope you enjoyed them
~JHP
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No Goodbyes To You
Poetry14 short/long poems that I wrote. Some are about the way I feel, and some are about the characters I love.
