| Poetry Page 5 |
| Graveyard I walk through this place This place of silence and sadness I see the writings On these gray stones. I walk up to one And see my name I see the writings I see the dates. The rock says 'A young girl With an incomplete life A daughter and sister'. I see the flowers Flowers that were Once red Are now brown. I sit in front of this stone And watch the people The people who come And cry for the past. I see a familiar face A person I once knew He comes to my stone I see his face. He stands and reads Reads my stone He places the pretty flowers On the wet ground. And then he speaks But his words Are shaky And somewhat unclear. "Hey! I guess you Know who this is. I really hate it That your not here." "I don't know how I get through the day. I really miss you. And..And.. I love you." He stands there staring I stand to see him But he can't hear me. "I love you too." I see him staring At my stone. He starts to Cry a tear. "No don't cry I am ok. Please Please don't cry." I start to cry myself. |
| I reach for him But I can't touch him He speaks again "It has gotten cold." "Be glad your not here It has gotten colder Since you have Be gone wherever you are." "I really need to leave I will be going now I promise I will see you another day." He takes one more glance Then walks away. I try to stop him But I can't. I sit and think Think about what I am going to do I start to cry. My tears coming down like rain. I pick up the flowers I smell them They smell so nice I look at my stone. I wish I was a live I wish I were back home But this graveyard is my home And this stone my room. Heather Davis 2004 |
| If you read then of course you know what it means. This was written for all the people who feel like they want to die. But just think it isn't worth it in the end. I mean who wants to live in a sad graveyard for the rest of your days. |