Dark Graveyard
I look across the road
And there lies a dark graveyard,
Barely lit up by a streetlight
Lives broken, lost, forever scarred.
I'm sure the dead
Would have stories to tell,
Maybe some from Heaven
Or others burning in HELL.
Just beyond that graveyard
Another graveyard lies,
Full of loved ones
Grievers stand and cry.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.30/3005
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