A strange quiet field rests here today,
With green grass and wild flowers that hold the whispers of the fay,
All appears safe in the comfort of light,
But deep below the top soil lurks the forgotten men's might.

The cries of pain are muffled below,
And only one mind can touch what the lost nightmarish horrors show,
Behind one pair of eyes the endless conflicts play,
She relives them for days, and days, and days.

But the nights are always the worst,
When the ****** echos of the screams render her own throat hoarse,
The guilt, the pain, the loss, the regrets flash brightly again and again,
When suddenly a single thought comes to her, one of the end.

She makes her way to the tallest cliff around,
As her world continues to spiral down, down, down.
With one last look up to the pure moon,
The voices quiet in anticipation, staring with starving eyes...soon.

As the girl approaches the sharp cliff she begins to let go,
The laughs, the cries, the past, and...to the future she will never know.
But the blissful quiet sounds through her soul,
There is a tug on her heart and back it pulls.

Her feet find the silence of solid ground,
But her mind discovers a peace as her heart continues to pound,
Her mind sees a realization one may only know so close to death:
Sometimes its best to let the buried bones rest.