|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
My Graveyard
Contributed by
Luinil
on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 06:40:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
|
The cemetery is nearly full,
The pathway nearly covered.
Chains of stone blanket the necropolis
Deaths bitter finger tickles the back of my neck
Chills seep down my spine
I pass slowly through the garden of stones
Rumbling clouds crawl overhead in the setting sun
Gentle rain in the dark, grass slithers under my bare feet
Lives lived ages ago
Countless dreams never attained
Futures abandoned and slaughtered with indifference
Every grave full of failure and regret
I stoop next to the last empty grave
Singing my own dismal lament
A cold, cracked stone bears my hopeless epitaph
As silently as the willow weeps, I climb in and wait for peace
Copyright ©
Luinil
... [
2004-06-03 18:40:46]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: My Graveyard
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 06:47:27 PM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I thought the third stanza was especially poignant.
nice write. |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Site Help
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
