Fourteen Graves for the Unfortunate Souls

Just a poem I randomly wrote about the 14 close people who died in my life.

As I walk by the gravestones in the dimming light
I realize that I have no fright.
The sun is dissolving
and so is my fear,
all my sorrows are in yesteryear. 

Behold!
Before me lie fourteen graves,
all lined up in a single conclave.
Their shadows are cast toward me in the diminishing light.

Those poor unfortunate fourteen souls
laying there in the deathly cold.
Covered by their only sins,
oh how the ground is so thin.

One by one they passed away in my life,
not even enough time to put up a fight.
Seven before me seven away,
I will never see them another day.

The light was gone now,
the darkness has swallowed me whole.
I cast my godless prayers and turned away in to the night.
I began the journey into my endless plight.

Author's Note

Please rate and comment freely. Tell me what you think. I will maybe write a story about what each of the 14 graves represent besides the 14 people who died.