tagNon-Erotic PoetryCemetery Walk

Cemetery Walk


Morbid though it may seem
I find my inner peace
When I'm walking through the cemetery
In those moments my struggles cease

I stroll past the graves
Reading each tombstone
Wondering about the lives lived
As I travel my road alone

There is a calmness here
A sweet serenity
A tranquility I can't find elsewhere
A balm to heal my agony

The headstones without flowers
Draw me to stop at their graves
I cry for their loneliness in death
I sob for those who loss saves

Like blood upon porcelain
My tears stain the ground
My pain festers here
In death it is bound

But as I carry on
The cemetery fades away
I leave my sorrow upon the graves
Six feet under is where they stay

In this final resting place
I can share my secrets, really talk
I can be myself and let go
On my cemetery walk

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