Words of the Soul

9.

(11.26.20)

I am the Gravewalker

A friend to the friendless

Ever surrounded by the peaceful

Caring for their homes

Flowers are placed

Stray branches cleared

Headstones scrubbed

And beds swept

I make my way

Dancing through the rows

Carefully avoiding treading

On the eternally sleeping

They are at rest

But I can still sense them

They comfort me

I feel their gentle presences

I care for them

And they, for me

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@H0lmes_MySh0t_221B this is what inspired the prompt I sent you!

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Also, I went to visit my great aunt the other day (I didn't even get to go to her funeral), which is what the next couple poems are inspired by. So don't freak out that I was writing obsessivly about cemeteries.