The graveyard

My thoughts while wandering through a graveyard.

I dart in through

the iron gates

To see what end

each person waits

Ambling through

a grey-streaked aile

I notice a mother

Buried next to her child

What purpose did these people serve?

What jewels or troubles each deserve?

And as I walked

I pondered greatly

Troubled was

my mind of lately

I felt so many

heavy questions

Plaguing me

with few exceptions

I prayed to God

I'd somehow find

The answers for

my troubled mind

I prayed to God 

I'd someday feel

A purpose 

to this hamster wheel

I wandered out

to start my car

It's getting late

and home's not far

So here I am

It's all the same

This world is large

and life's a game

It isn't fair

this struggling soul

Filled to the brim

and not be full

Each second ticks

by like the rain

now pounding on 

my window pane

And as I drive

I really see

What will, has been.

What is, will be.