Death Poem by Terry Searcy

The hole is deep and cold, its dark and I am alone
The voices echo into the grave, and all I here is lies
The grieving widow believes her own words
The children laugh about a time long gone
I reach for a root just outside the grave
Pulling and tugging I cannot break free from the the darkness
One last time I reached and grasp on to the tree and pull myself out
And the casket screams my name and they know I am free
They fly out of the darkness to bring me home and I am scared
I lie in darkness and await my trial and I exhale for the last time