September 17, 2009
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There is a new grave in the cemetery,
We all feel sadden at the ceremony,
a few tears fall from our cheeks,
wetting our worn out sleeves,
feeling more in touch with death,
then ever before,
how are we ever to step back out our doors,
yelling doesn't help us,
only tears can fix this,
to shy to talk,
and to angry to listen,
a loved one is gone,
now everything feels so wrong,
you might not of even known them,
but you still cry a tear,
and you will remember them for years and years,
there is a new person afraid to travel pass that cemetery,
just because of that grave and that ceremony.

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SilverDawn said...
Dec. 12, 2009 at 9:24 am
wow.. i really like the quiet, sad voice of this poem. very well-written!
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