aged graves

By WatchTheWorldCollapse

 fenced in and secluded
the graveyard in my mind
away from nowhere to be found
the dirt below the sunshine

the gravestones stripped, the words weren't there
peaceful silence of dead
no one there to breath the air
secrets died and never said

I'm walking on your grave
Nobody
I'm talking to your soul
Nobody

I'm high beneath the highest headstone
I've sunken in your dirt
I try and wonder why your dead bones
are keeping me alert

i keep seeing your roaming souls
somewhere far from here
and in the end the burning coals
that light my flesh and sear

I'm standing on your grave
Somebody
No body
Just bones...
Just bones...

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Copyright 2011 WatchTheWorldCollapse
Published on Friday, December 2, 2011.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

i wrote this about and old 18th century graveyard in the middle of nowhere i once visited
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  • dwells On Friday, December 2, 2011, dwells (4177)By person wrote:

    Ashes to ashes...Novel thought here and quite right, thanks for the view!

  • Gemini On Friday, December 2, 2011, Gemini (31)By person wrote:

    Nice read - cryptic meanings

  • Alchemist On Friday, December 2, 2011, Alchemist (679)By person wrote:

    I think all the time, as long as people have been around everywhere you step someone must have died in that very spot, kinda weird I think.

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