Darkness releases the shadows to hide.
The battle’s been fought, thoughts have died.
Mindful of steps that beckon beyond
The graves with no voices that cannot respond.
Pain surrounds and walks close at hand.
Only agonising madness is left to stand.
Escape is fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond.
Except to silent graves, that cannot respond.
Trapped within a mind that sees no good.
Now only suffering where happiness stood.
A sorcerer is needed with a magic wand
To give voices to the graves that cannot respond.
Once there was beauty where now ugliness stands.
Time was a treasure that ripped through the hands.
Imagination was suffocated by billowing fronds
That grow on the graves where no-one responds.
No-one was someone one sunny day,
But life came along and swept them away.
Dreams vanished as the guns were fired
And the graves swallowed the bodies of those that expired.
Pass not a grave with the head bowed down.
Salute the dead with a smile, not a frown.
Graves hold the living along with the dead.
We all walk on bodies wherever we tread!
© 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved