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My Graveyard
Contributed by
Luinil
on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 06:40:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The cemetery is nearly full,
The pathway nearly covered.
Chains of stone blanket the necropolis
Death’s 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
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2004-06-03 18:40:46] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Graveyard
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 06:47:27 PM AEST (User
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I thought the third stanza was especially poignant.
nice write. |
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