Forgotten Grave

I dig into the earth, fingers clawing like an angry spade. much like a hoe I rip away maggots and squirming worms, drawn out by the thundering rain. The water pools in my grave. Bones nestled gently in a hardy box. A coffin not of my choosing. keeping my memory locked away. The seed of my sorrow. The fruit of my fear. I uncover what is lost. Fingers picking away at rotten wood. I feel the tears grow. Feel them drip down my ghostly frame. Feel the flowering of something long forgotten. I used to till the pain, let it bloom inside me. But now I let it all fade. Let the peace over take me. A feeling only earned in Death. I will not be forgotten as I know I have been found.