Zoe Crout Poet Free verse

Promise of the cemetery

I’m walking beside a garden of stone stilled angels
Their eyes are unmoving 
But their soul is cowering

I’m cut between the heat of the earth,
The burning sun and the salty sky
I can’t choose the dirt in where I will lie
But I can choose the way that I will die

There's a towering night overhead
With its sword filled with promise to topple me
I’m poised ready for the journey ahead
My legs churning
Heart burning
Away at my flesh

I’m running with the staining salt air dying my sweat
There are rows of roses left out to forget
I’m watching the rocks crumble
The angels ascend
I’m standing alone at the cemeteries end

There is promise brewing in the sea salt sky
Telling the future not where I will die
But where I will lay
When the time comes to say
Goodbye

I’m breaking apart in pieces of stone
That topple and make up my brand-new home
It’s carved with a smile
It took me a while
To realize that this is where I belong.

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Yann Rolland May 29, 2025 at 1:39 AM the poem brought me tears, never hurry to cemeteries, thank you poet Zoe Crout June 4, 2025 at 12:01 AM Thanks, I know a lot of people who are like the angels that crumble and ascend, their souls broken. It can be hard not to crumble sometimes. “Though broken body true, I'm afraid my soul will smile just for you.” I can still help others from the earth and with a bit of courage I’ll help myself from my own grave. Remember to smile and cry. My poem “I need more color in your eyes” applies to everyone.