Teenage years growing up on fears
Escalate when in sorry state drinking down the beers
Playing games in outdoor place
Where the headstones and bodies rest
Came across a name my great nan she has the same
Sorrowful and tired
Lay down on ground of grave
Tears roll from eyes exhausted of faking brave
Telling all my tales
Of how I weep inside
Struggle to immerse and grow with this present life
Never known alive, in spirit connect to thrive
Felt closer to death than those on the outside
Secrets we do tell when push comes to shove
Cathartic to talk
Even if they do not walk above
Though absent still a sense of love
Begin to clean up dirt and pave
Leave with clearer space
Cemetery secrets
Shared
to
the
grave