Graveyards bother me,
All those lives, silenced,
All that time, the memories,
(We were loved too once, you know,
we enjoyed life, see you soon!)
This aspect runs cold in my blood,
I can almost hear them chuckling,
He knows, Paul knows, (hello!)
Sure, their voices are in my head,
Their whispers, ancient stirrings,
Laughter from ages gone, dead,
Yet they call to me, taunt me,
Dead flesh and bones haunt me.
A full life, reduced to a dash.
I know I'm not ready, not yet,
Too much to do, to write, to share,
I shudder, walk away, dry mouthed,
No life without death, none,
Graveyards bother me.
© Paul Chafer 2014
Inspired by and dedicated to, the poem Graveyard written by Chimaera, written in 5 minutes, posted raw. (Some poems are like that, they burst free, as if escaping *******, as if they were waiting, like the graves awaits, not yet though, not yet, my dead tormentors.)
