Graveyard

chaz2296

 

I walk across the grass
And read the stone
A question I ask
Were they alone
Did they die at peace
Or was the world tough
Was death a release
Had they just had enough
I know it seems morbid
To think in that way
People probably think it's horrid
What my mind has to say
When I think of the lives
It hurts me inside
Pretty flowers are left
For people who have died
I pass through the iron gates
To see who's around
What does my future hold
Before I go underground

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: chaz2296 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2016 09:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    HI CHAZZ - Loved the poem because - despite the topic - it was full of rhyme and rhythm and asked the ultimate question. We will all die some day but just like you I want to know "What will my future hold - before I go underground ?" I love cemeteries - great places for a "photography project" Thanks for sharing - BRIAN

  • LaRose

    Loved this chaz. But for the grace of God we may or maynot be alone at that final moment, but even if are with death is a loney thing to bear.



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