My Grave

Yet another path found,
between life and death,
tread these paths with a lamp,
and a song in my head.

A few unknowns reached,
a few knowns visited,
overwhelms me this road ahead,
turns and burns, they remain.

Tools are ready for work,
they begin to clear the land,
a spot quite fertile to grow,
some greenery and colours around.

For people who might visit,
may leave with some glare,
for these may provide them peace,
who pass by me and offer a word.

I shall look to that place upon,
and a fathom under it keep eyes,
sweat and blood flow and eyes tear,
ye, I have dug my grave.

Cemetery View. Self Captured.