Grave, a poem written by Jack Wolfe Frost at



written by: Jack Wolfe Frost



Grave, why do you wait for me,
Is it time for us to meet?
Grave, why do you seem so dark,
And hang around my street?

Grave thou shall not have me,
I have plenty left to do,
So leave me be and stay away,
There is nothing here for you.

Grave, why follow me so,
Silently deep and dark,
Grave, I feel thy sting in me!
A prick that leaves a mark.

Grave, what will be will be,
and if you’re here to stay,
Then Grave, you do not frighten me,
Let’s together, stroll ….. away.

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