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The Crypt

An overdue poem.

By Silver DauxPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
The Crypt
Photo by Ravi Bhardwaj on Unsplash

I'm crawling out of this crypt with a heaviness

To my bones and soul that wasn't there

When I first came down here for a little nap.

The cover laying across me, old marble and dust,

Is an impossible thing to move but it groans and grinds

Like the deep crevices of my joints and obeys.

Clattering to the floor, the sound cracks a whip

Through a space that has long been silent.

.

It's like waking to another reality.

Stars I don't know flurry overhead with a warning

Written in a language I don't even recognize.

The ground is cold and my body unwilling,

But I've slept too long, through the end of this universe,

And now the world is dark, the hallway stretching ahead,

Fathomless in its emptiness and still I crawl.

Because I'm an oversleeping fool still stuck in my dreams

Expect that the universe, dead and gone, is still

Somehow, thinking of me.

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About the Creator

Silver Daux

Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)

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    Written by Silver Daux