Fragment
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Constance La France.
The headstones go on for miles in rows and rows,
names engraved, cut into cold stone,
voices of those gone whisper softly,
but I journey on.
I seek
a stone
that bears my name.
Statues of angels turn and weep,
their tears wash me like gentle falling rain,
in the distance a mound of red roses already decaying.
This my resting place- I should be dwelling in peace.
I lived a short life and died young,
and in death I am beautiful,
but I linger still.
I was
a poet.
I seek the poems,
I wrote my words in blood,
in journals my many poems still exist,
words written that should have been buried with me.
______________________________________
January 17, 2017 (Fragment of Her Wish Eternal)
Poetry/Verse/ Fragment
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1017-122-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment