The Field Full of Stone

By Deathkitten

Slowly walking through the field of stone
I always walk here, and I come alone
Here is home- only i'm not there
Mentally blank- for me, that's rare
Each time I visit the field of stone
No one bothers me, but i'm never alone
The sky always grey- as grey as tombstone
Underneath they lay, and at night some will roam
The fearful- they pray
When i'm on my knees, i've got nothing to say
I visit for peace, and to walk amongst my kind
and though my flesh hasn't turned
I know that I will find
the acceptance for which i've yearned
is right here and now
I always walk here, and I come alone
but alone I am never
in the field full of stone

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Published on Monday, April 29, 2013. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Comments on "The Field Full of Stone"

A former member wrote: This is so inspiring. The cemetery is like a place to go to catch all the thoughts swimming through your head, but once you enter the cemetery they're all gone. Totally dissipated. I can relate to this.
A former member wrote: Wow. To be one with the stone, to know that your flesh has not yet turned, as if you are awaiting returning to kin form. A unique perspective on such a walk. I, too, await that time which leaves my mind silent for once; perhaps poets are mostly multitask thinkers and need the solitude of stones and words to silence them.
On Friday, May 3, 2013, Deathkitten (571) wrote:

Thank you, and thanks for reading; I think you have a mighty good point there.
On Wednesday, May 1, 2013, haunted (837) wrote:

oh god, I love cemeteries. they can be very tranquile and relaxing. I love this poem sounds like your waiting to die in the graveyard. how cool. give me directions...I'll meet ya there. lol...awesome!
On Thursday, May 2, 2013, Deathkitten (571) wrote:

Exactly how it sounds. I'll be sure to drip those directions up ;)