Sunday, 16 October 2005
Resting Place...Morbid Thoughts
Feelings and thoughts as sinister as the night.
Dark clouds masking the moonlight.
I am here to have my despair released.
The only place where I will find some peace
The graveyard is calm; justifying the end.
For those left here; by strangers, family, or a friend.
The lifeless corpses in the damp graves.
With a few epitaph “in death, he is saved.”
The only remnants of those long since dead;
are the carved stones, placed at their head.
The tombstones are covered with moss and grime;
slowly festering away with passing of time.
Here I stare, standing head bowed down.
With deep longing, into the restful underground