Graveyard
Unruffled and calm,
Nothing stands to harm,
The voice of the wind is heard,
Its symphony seats in the mind.
There were tales to be told,
They didn’t see the light,
They were those who put their aspirations on hold,
They were saddled with a lot to fight.
Here the brave and the bold lie,
Here the faithless ones cry,
Dreams are archived in the deepest chamber,
Lost in their slumber.
Here our beloved ones are separated from us,
Snatched by an unseen force,
They are laid to rest,
No more caught in every of life's tests.
Its gates are open to all,
To those who heed the final call,
A call, inevitable,
It comes to the frail and the able.
February 24, 2023.
Writing Challenge - G Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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