"...poetry is taking an ache and making it sing." -Tyler Knott Gregson
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Forgotten
I visit a cemetery Passing slabs of grey I pause at one Who were you? What was your story? Silence is my only answer I weave your life Inside of my mind Has everyone forgotten you too?
So bitter sweet!
ReplyDeleteIt gave me chills! love the descriptions.
ReplyDeleteSo intriguing. Sad, yet so enlightening.
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