Haunted (a collection of poems)

Cementaries

Silence falls,
Lights flash on
From the far away

Village, full of
Happiness and
Peace

While,
The Cemetery
Stands, eerily

Fog and plants
Wind their way
Through the headstones

Underneath,
The corpses waste
Away, rot, rot

Rotting,
Decaying,
Eroding,

Till it's nothing
More than dirt,
And broken dreams

Tramped down,
Wilting flowers,
Left for

Deceased relatives,
People who once,
Were

Now far away,
Only stones,
Abandoned