Burial Ground

(written March 2023)

Usplash Image by Annie Spratt

The burial ground makes no sound.

But it hears the echoes of tears we weep.

In the earth, underground, the dead sleep.

We place flowers on their headstone to atone for past regrets.

Then we light a cigarette and try to forget

they are no longer here to lend a willing ear to our pain.

It begins to rain.

At the burial ground, things never change.

Yet for those left behind, things can never be the same.

Copyright © 2023 Maggie Watson

All rights reserved

Published by In the Shadow of my Pen

Indie Poet and Author✍️ of four collections of poetry. Chronic Fatigue Warrior💪 Volunteer, Solo Traveller✈️ and Yogi🙏. Spilling ink from my heart and soul. My writing is real and raw, so if you are looking for a fairy tale you are on the wrong site!

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