Beyond Life

In the ground, resting in my grave,

Nothing more from life can I crave.

Isolate my soul to a remote cell,

Reunifying with family would be hell.

In reuniting, such a torment would bring,

A bittersweet ache, and dissenting zing.

Its in this solitude I shall find my peace,

A respite from the world's ceaseless pace.

In silent whispers of the earth's embrace,

A solemn refuge, a sacred space.

My corpse, buried in it's eternal rest,

As mourners' hearts find solace blessed.

For in this hallowed, sanctified ground,

A peace profound is sure to be found.

No more to yearn, no more to roam,

In this burial place, is my eternal home.