Dead people sleep in my shadows,
Dear mother, dear sister, dear child.
Simple words hiding on headstones,
Dying flowers,neglected and wild.
My corners hide many memories,
Of life, sorrow and love,
Unmoving, forgotten and crying,
Dark clouds drifting above.
Sad mourners visit me daily,
Hiding their thoughts and their fears.
Farewell beloved father, farewell beloved son,
Remembered only in tears.
Keep hope living inside you,
Your dreams, don’t let them stray,
For as sure as your reading my poem,
You will sleep in my shadows one day.
A contest entry
- DARK by skilter.
350 points, ended August 15, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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well written, great flow!
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