Staring Into the Mist
At dawn in the misty silence I saw before me spread
Hundreds of ghostly tombstones marking out the dead
Here beneath the sodden earth they lay in eternal sleep
This is a place of sorrow where those who come here weep
This is a place of silence the silence of the dead
This is where hearts are broken, this is where tears are shed
Row upon row the tombstones carved by a mason's hand
Speak of the pain and heartache none of us understand
A tiny spot on the planet that friends or loved ones tend
Regardless of fame and fortune here’s where we meet our end
No greed or ambition is present, no one’s aware of your worth
All of mankind is equal when laid to rest under the earth.
Ignoring age or gender immune to religious belief
The grim reaper takes his quota leaving us only grief
A chilling question crossed my mind as I slowly turned to go
Who will be next to be planted at the end of the latest row?
The mist had began to thicken, as rain began to fall
As I left this place I wondered why are we here at all?
Why should we all end like this?, why was it all begun?
Blindly I stared into the mist, for answers I had none
Copyright © Roy May | Year Posted 2011
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