I Dont Even Know What I Should Title This

Save the best for last No I’ll save the best for the rest All the ones that want to know They want to know why? That’s the inevitable question And the topic of debate The shut gate Pops out of the silhouette in my mind that’s where the graveyard Where all the dead things go All the lost hopes And failed attempts to try And as water pours from A hazy view All I can see is the gate Mocking me Haunting me Screaming at me to unlatch it And turn the key and just walk in Walk in on the ground with bare feet As the rocks and twigs Sink into my skin I’m planting roots I see a grave Yet its unmarked It has no name And I rest my head To uncover the same