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I walk through the cemetery

I walk through the cemetery where my dreams and heart have gone,
Among the silent gravestones, shadows linger on.
A somber pilgrimage, where echoes of love reside,
In the hallowed ground where dreams and hopes have died.

The air is heavy with the weight of yesteryears,
Each step I take, a journey through my fears.
The heart, a tombstone, engraved with love's refrain,
A melody of sorrow, a relentless, haunting strain.

Beneath the mourning willow, where dreams now rest,
I seek solace in the silence, my grief, a silent guest.
Photographs in hand, memories carved in stone,
I wander through the graveyard, forever alone.

Tears fall like raindrops on the cold, hard ground,
Lost in the graveyard where silence is profound.
Whispers of what could have been, a ghostly song,
In this cemetery of the heart, where I've belonged.

The wind howls through the tombstones, a mournful cry,
As I revisit the graveyard, where love chose to die.
Yet, amid the shadows, a glimmer of grace,
A love eternal, transcending time and space.

I walk through the cemetery, where my dreams now sleep,
In the quiet of the graveyard, my heart begins to weep.
Yet, through the pain and darkness, a flicker of dawn,
In this sacred ground where my dreams and heart have gone.

Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2023

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Robert Zimmerman Date: 12/6/2023 8:07:00 AM Hello Mike, your poem is well written and narrated using exact rhymes. Your description of the graveyard is well written. It's not the physical images, but the mental images that tell the story. Congratulations on a well-written poem in both style and content. ZIM Login to Reply