Another trip to the graveyard
The place where lost souls go
Dead or alive
Both appreciate the other
Soaked from the crying angels
I searched for your resting place
It didn’t take long
This is where my lost soul goes
We never met, and have no relation
But there is a bridge we share…
Lovely memories
Traveled differently, same destination
Explosions cracked in the sky
As if every bone underground became restless
At the same time
Long enough to read your name
I cried out to you, asking for forgiveness
A stranger you know well, by now
A familiar voice
Confessing an undying love
Drenched in everything but doubt
A whisper fell upon the air
Our bridge…
My heart beats, only for her
As soon as her name left my throat
A response came immediately
Everything stopped
Your words silenced the storm
“You must set things right, every day
Hold on tightly, when she calls out
Only then
Can you prove yourself”
For a moment, we both understood
These moments are powerful
“Thank you, my friend”
…and the heavens began sobbing, once more
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Author:
Cocamedo (
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- Published: August 22nd, 2024 00:13
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Nicely written this melancholic piece is set in a dark place in the dark and despite the darkness of the poem itself it offers some light at the end.
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