- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Cemetery Walk
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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
- COMMENTS
Kobaabout 10 years agoI think this one will catch on well with a lot of folks. Cemeteries are fascinating. Your poem brings the feelings to life very well. Good work!
Oldbear63about 10 years agoI love old cemeteries for their quiet, their mysteries and a sense that I am welcome and my thoughts about and interest in the graves are appreciated. Not a morbid sense but almost a friendliness. Very strange.
Ashesh9about 10 years agomeditate , reflectin' on the transience of life & the loomin' portal of Death -----a calm serenity prevails ..................om shantih .....om .......
