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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required D e e p vines embrace the TOMBS that lie disgraced in the old... Peace Gardens Graveyard. Such an ironic name for a cemetery ebbing away as each headstone was covered with neglected foliage. Headstones lay b r o k e n and released from the ground as I wander glaring at each name engraved. The ambiance felt dark. Ebony dark. Blackness covered the ground and the dead trees that used to be lively continue to rot in dry thirst. I heard once that it was haunted. I mean continually possessed by ghostly figures searching for souls to cause trepidation. I don’t believe in any of that nonsense. I just share a deep connection to the dead and love horrific sights as they excite my anime. -I know one thing… I am plagued by frequent memories and settled in regret- I see visions of loved ones bodies in caskets- so hard to forget… When I look at mossy COVERED tomb stones I feel right at home- My ability to connect with the dead is still widely unknown… As I search for creepy old fashioned names I recall Monsignor Gerard. A prison priest I knew many a year ago who was murdered by an inmate. I knew he was buried here at this exact graveyard. Eyes quickly moving to the right then to the left reading the names of people who have suffered death and now their bodies are just stuck in a box d e c a y i n g more and more as each day passes. Then I see it… “Monsignor Gerard Smithers Maker of Peace 1901-1954”. He was too young to die. Especially the way he died by a man who was imprisoned for murdering his wife and child and was serving life behind bars. He was an atheist and saw Monsignor IN the hallway after prayer service. Suddenly s t r a n g l e d him and he lied on the ground lifeless. -I know one thing… Some people don’t deserve to be buried in such deserted silence- A man of the Lord suffered a cruel death by hatred and violence... His tomb covered in DECOMPOSING hunger for loved ones to come visit- But no one he knew thought it to be an indispensable requisite... Deep vines embrace the tombs that lie disgraced in the old Peace Gardens Graveyard. Rotting juniper VINES cling to each of the corpses home as if it l o n g e d for comfort also. Overgrown With Vines - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings Date Written: September 24, 2016
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