Diggin graves

In the shadow of the night

Digging graves till dark,

The earth's cold embrace,

No time for love, no light.

With calloused hands and heavy hearts,

I bury whispers, broken parts.

Sorrow greets me like an old friend,

Lives once bright, now come to an end.

The moon watches, a silent witness,

To the stories I lay to rest,

Each shovelful, a painful confession,

In this dance with grief, I’m a guest.

Oh, but this life, it pulls me down,

Into the depths of this forsaken ground.

I see sorrow daily, it wears me thin,

Yet in the dark, hope waits to begin.

The cries of the past echo in my mind,

Faces fading, memories intertwined.

Each stone I set carries a name,

In this quiet sorrow, I feel the same.

The moon watches, a silent witness,

To the stories I lay to rest,

Each shovelful, a painful confession,

In this dance with grief, I’m a guest.

Oh, but this life, it pulls me down,

Into the depths of this forsaken ground.

I see sorrow daily, it wears me thin,

Yet in the dark, hope waits to begin.

But when the stars align in the night sky,

A glimmer of love flickers, whispers a why.

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll feel the spark,

But for now, it's just me and the dark.

In the shadow of the night, digging graves till dark,

No time for love, haunted by the stark.

Yet deep within this graveyard silence,

Hope mingles with sorrow, seeking defiance.