Above The Grave

Death is such a touchy task.
How do we mourn the ones that pass?
Do we give remorse or cash?
To help their living remnants last.
Their memory’s are bitter sweet,
Some have some tears role off their cheek,
Others seem to be complete,
And smirk at the sight of the deceased.
The bedded box
Is sealed and locked.
Ready for the corpse to rot.
With in time they’ll be forgot
Until the next funeral plot.

Published by Rolando Rosario

I'm Rolando, I also go by the poet name SkyBlack some of my work is available for viewing in the Penman lounge. FreestyleVision has given me an opportunity to express myself more, outside of the poetry. This Biography is difficult to write, I’m content on writing about almost anything but when it comes to myself I sometimes draw blanks. I’ll start of by telling my origins. I’m from New York (the best city known to man) and I still reside there today. I love music, art and of course writing. I’m a big horror film fanatic and even though this is so, my favorite movie right now is Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street. Not a true horror film, more like a gory musical, but one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while. A true classic. I just saw this movie for the first time like two weeks ago and already watched it like eight times. But besides all that I’m just a average guy writing my thoughts and hoping the world enjoys what my mind concocts.

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