There are graveyards of people who're alive

Veronica Achlys writes

There are graveyards of people who are alive,
One of them is mine,
Showered with wreaths of lies,
Visited by mockingbirds who sing a colorless lament of bliss now unknown

  • Author: Veronica Achlys (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2024 10:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • MendedFences27

    Your loss of love symbolized as a graveyard. Quite emphatically. A very gripping poem. Loved it - Phil A.

  • peto

    I'm with mendedfences on this
    Keep coming back for another look
    It's unique And thought provoking
    Thoroughly enjoyed

  • Cassie58

    A strong piece of brevity. A treacherous lover now confined to the graveyard of memories. Fabulous imagery.



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