Casket from within
Lies a body of sin
Casket from within
Lies a body of quilt
Casket from within
Lies a body of regret
Casket from within
Lies a body of pleasure
Casket from within
Lies a body of sorrow's
Casket from within
Lies a body of gratitude
Casket from within
Lies a body of a lover
Casket from within
Lies us
This is a profoundly eerie
This is a profoundly eerie poem. I have faith that the casket is not the end of life, just of the body's existence. Without this faith, I think I must become a raving lunatic.
Starward