Bury me not

  • NB: For thsose that don’t know me so well, being forgotten in one of my worst fears. For a while in my life, if I died I was afraid no one would notice. I like to hope those days are gone, and because of that I finally feel I am able to put this old poem here on my site. Its a poem of sorrowful thinking out loud… On night when I was afraid that if I died, no one would know what to do with me if they ever found me.

    I am glad those days are far behind me… I hope…

    Bury me not

    Bury me not
    In the cold lonely ground
    Forgotten by all
    As time goes on

    Throw me to the ocean
    So I can travel the world
    See all the different things
    I could only dream of before

    At least then
    My soul will never be alone
    I could walk the ocean floor
    With sea creatures for company

    Is it strange to be afraid
    Of a day that maybe far away?
    I hope that its okay…
    Cause it scares me in so many ways.

    Just please don’t throw me in a hole
    And forget about me so,
    Please visit me when I’m gone
    And tell me tales that are long…


    August 25th, 2011 | Matty Angel | 2 Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 36 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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  • Jo 08.25.2011

    I hope you never have those fears again Matty – I certainly will never forget you :).

  • Pip

    Thank you for sharing Matty and I think the poem so bravely explains how a lot of people may feel at some time. Am pleased you’re not in that place anymore…… I would miss you 🙂

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