Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Resting Place...Morbid Thoughts
Feelings and thoughts as sinister as the night.
Dark clouds masking the moonlight.
I am here to have my despair released.
The only place where I will find some peace
The graveyard is calm; justifying the end.
For those left here; by strangers, family, or a friend.
The lifeless corpses in the damp graves.
With a few epitaph “in death, he is saved.”
The only remnants of those long since dead;
are the carved stones, placed at their head.
The tombstones are covered with moss and grime;
slowly festering away with passing of time.
Here I stare, standing head bowed down.
With deep longing, into the restful underground
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Not bad!! Rather good!
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Happy musing...
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Gautami
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