Blank Grave

Cool bleary canvas
Stalking among the dead
Dismal autumn light - shaded sadness
Leaves collapsed splashed red

Here lies
Travelers of society
Deceitful beggars in corrupt ties
Many men eyes blurred in dubiety

Shall we desecrate what has been given
Shoot the hollow hole blindly?
Steer what is ours to be driven​?
Path marked now surely won’t end kindly.

What's on your future grave?