It's weird to walk through a graveyard, to walk amongst the dead,
To read the messages on the tombstones, knowing they had many more years to live ahead,
To see wilted flowers placed nicely beside their bed,
To see tucked away notes from lovers and friends of things they never said.
No matter the time or weather, graveyards always seems to be eerie,
Maybe because its residents are cold and alone six feet deep underneath,
Or because the living are disturbing them while they sleep,
Since that goes to break the empty promise we tell them to "rest in peace."
But peace doesn't exist when they are buried closer to hell,
So if you can't rest in peace, I just hope your soul tries to rest well.
- A.S
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Unspoken Phrases
PoetryA collection of short poems about feelings in life, all written during my down time at work lol Topics include: Heartbreak/love Suicide/death Drugs/alcohol Depression Life
