Cemetery

The moon, oh so silver, is the only one who dares

To glance onto the lonesome graveyard

Or maybe he is simply the only one who cares

 

Black earth and dead flowers all over holy ground

Dark shadows are thrown by mighty gravestones

Betrayed were the poor souls, forever bound

 

Darkness, heavy and black, lays in the air

The cry of a nightingale seeps through the night

An occurrence these times not so rare

 

Gray and unforgiving stand the names,

Some old, some new, all left and forgotten

Burnt into the stones like ashes by flames

 

A stone, cold and white, has broken in two

The name long forgotten

Who is going to remember you?

Author's Note

What do you guys think? This poem was inspired by the Shirt of the guy that sat in the train in front of me.

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Reviews

[HadesRising]

Very touching and relatable, I like this a lot. Well done.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

This is emotional.
I felt like my mind was right at the venue of your poem witnessing every word you said here.
And that is true, if a man died, he's forever gone, forgotten into it's windowless home.
This is truly a touching message and it makes me ponder on how simple and humble we have to live while we are alive, because, that could only make people to remember us.

[Emmy]

God damn the ending has got me feeling a lot of things. I really like your writing, this poem especially, very clever yet still clear. I hope that makes sense. Anyway well done, I'm a fan.