Written in a Graveyard
O God, I fear no peace, no life's atone -
alas, only condemnation disguised;
this misfortune is mine and mine alone
and to that end I have philosophised.
To the wider picture of death and woe
and to the fates writ in the stars above;
to life's grim audit of ache and sorrow
and not know what it means to live and love.
Yet I know only the end usurps all
but expunges not the considered heart;
there are no happy endings - just a pall
of residual sadness for my part.
Your life, it was taken before your time
and I sadly it seems have outlived mine.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
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