Forsaken
Forgotten lie the graves of the forsaken,
long unremembered, strangled
by the grasses of neglect.
Misbegotten, forever mute they fester,
worm-mingled, mercy less,
with no vestige of respect.
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An exercise in alliteration and assonance,
the 'music' of my poetry.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012
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