Here I am;
Cursed.
With all these songs to dance along.
With the rain drenching the ground.
Standing alone
Here
In the cemetery;
Confused.
Should I sway along to the melody?
Or
Should I mourn over the loss of the ideals I never had
With the ghosts watching in front of me?
Or maybe
I could just leave them alone with themselves,
Letting them rest in whatever state they are in.
Still, I am here;
Standing,
Thinking,
Cursing,
Wishing
My mind
To rest.