Grief is Alive

by Serena Mossgraves

it slithers through your soul
eating, biting, devouring,
as it goes…

Grief is a creature
buried deep within,
alive and borrowing.

Decay

by Serena Mossgraves

the body falls apart
decay setting in
age builds more
pain in decay…

I live in the decaying temple
that I I built in a soul
made of tragedy
and fighting for myself.

Midnight Conversations

by Serena Mossgraves

In the wee hours
when life comes forlorn,
speaking with ghosts
of memory seems to be
the one comforting
thing to hold on.

midnight Conversations
with moments of the past,
seem to set to rest
the worries of my life.

Little Deaths

by Serena Mossgraves

how many times
can a man die,
each little death
a monument to
the life they have lived.

Nothing so strong as needing
a coffin for burial or cremation…
still each death a moment
that affected how life was
continued from there on.

Flowers in the Rain

by Serena Mossgraves

the sadness weeps
from the bouquet
Just set in memory,
being drenched
by the rain.

so often flowers
are given in heartache
and in pain,
but none of them
so sad as those
left beside the grave.

the entrance to the tomb

by Serena Mossgraves

the door was closed
after the corpse was laid,
to keep the dark things out.

the entrance to the tomb
was meant to be used
only once in a lifetime,
for else the souls would
play jump rope forth and with.