Head Stone
Weeping Willow weeps,
streams capturing the souls of life.
Raw, dark, lonely, no escape,
deer visit mostly.
People stop by all the time,
bearing flowers to give out.
Crying sadness,
yearning for understanding.
Rack your brain for a reason.
All that sits there now,
is a headstone on the ground,
with memories all around.
Copyright © Cory Long | Year Posted 2011
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