A Man Called Leo
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I tread between green mounds of decay
surrounded by rows of engraved stone.
Lost in thought, I lose track of the day
for I’ve seldom felt quite so alone.
Where death lingers between monoliths
an air of somber clings to the shade.
But despite supernatural myths
I begin to wander unafraid.
A dying sun bleeds on every grave
resurrecting memories of old.
And reading words the living engrave
I seek warmth within a love gone cold.
My tortured heart disputes pains of youth
still in denial despite years of ache.
And eager to disregard the truth,
tears dissipate like drops in a lake.
I crouch low before the place I seek
here lies a military hero.
And a single tear runs down my cheek
for my father, a man called Leo.
(Quatrain)
9/18/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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