Love To Be Buried

I would love to be buried Deep under ground and not hurried I am buried as poor Death is not known to neighbor even What had I dreamed? The reality was not beamed I stared at failure I am still not sure I have permanent refuge Under the ground but place is not huge It is with limited access But I have smile on face What I did not get on surface? Peace of course It was eluding forever I could hardly dream ever People did not kill me instantly But their stare troubled me presently I found only hatred Which made me almost dead? I shall sleep forever Witness no turmoil ever It shall be ideal place to witness Free from worry and mad chase