GRAVE YARD

The Grave, a Fearful Room

Termites and maggots wait with glee
For flesh to turn to bone, a destiny
Many have entered, never to leave
Death closes eyes, both noble and bereaved

Oh, how I wish to avoid this fate
But the room beneath is our ultimate state
Grace humbles all, no matter our might
Death is inevitable, a harsh light

Children cry, wives sob, families mourn
But their words may be empty, their hearts torn
Our positions are temporary, we must know
The world isn't ours alone, it's a fleeting show

Don't be deceived, life isn't yours to keep
It's life that's using you, until you sleep
Your strength will fail, your eyes will see
The reality of how the world uses and discards humanity

Run to Jesus, seek refuge in His name
For soon your eyes will close here and open to eternal flame
Hell or heaven? Your deeds will be the judge

By Abiola OlaOluwa
Author & Poet

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