365 Days of Poetry (Part Four)

Day 191: Trapped in Darkness.

Way down past the old cemetery.
Laying motionless and empty.
Remains the dead still sleeping.
Waiting in for judgement day.
For poor misery is the grave, awaiting.
Where one day, all will lay their heads.
Alone, trapped here in darkness.
Bones chilled, ice cold to the core.
The end, it will come, thus claiming us all.
Leaving us mere victims, of our actions, forever more.