Silently In the Graveyard
Gazing into the heavy eyelids of the sun
In the sacred silence of the dusk
Through a route obscure and lonely
I walked on until reached before a grave yard
My thoughts curled round the forgotten tombs
Where the dead remain anonymous as dust,
And sleep dreamless through years,
Where wind whistles through heap of bones.
Here, Death sits on his imperial throne,
Mocking at the relics of human glory
Zealous with the task of clearing out the old,
To make way for the incoming ones
Marked by moss grown grave stones
Here each life is a volume closed down,
To be cast aside and eventually forgotten,
Or locked forever in the annals of time!
‘Round that colossal decay’, I stood sad
Thinking of Shelley’s Ozymandias!
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~Placed Sixth~
June.28. 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile.5.Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Mark Toney
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2022
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