An Old Story

I dig up their graves

And see their youthful faces

They tell me their tales

But I am not listening

I am busy with war

Heartache

Laughter and triumph

I am jovial with the feeling of being 

Alive

But too fast does the feeling fade

And the darkness set

I am forced to bury them again

Till another day

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

how sad the loss is because of war...and what does it really accomplish?

if it is a fight for freedom that is one thing...but to fight for possessions or just power...it makes no sense...i know from the Viet Nam days...what are we fighting for?

and yet it keeps happening over and over again ---we feel lucky to be alive, but mourn for those lost in the senseless battles.

[Sarah Carswell]

Exactly, I thought a lot about what we thought was history while writing this and we seem to think that the darkest parts of our past are more important than the good. I know that it is important to learn from our mistakes but shouldn't we focus on what we did right too?

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Interesting...I go back and forth with them also!

[Valkyrie Warrior]

This is beautiful! You are a truly magical poet!!!!

[Sarah Carswell]

Thank you so much

[Valkyrie Warrior]

Your welcome!

[Abderrahmane Dakir]

The most of death are alive among with us, they let a writing like yours. I love your happiness as you buried the feeling fade and darkness. instead you keep your light among us.Thank you Sarah

[Sarah Carswell]

Thank you for your comment

[Lizardo]

interesting thoughts you have here, very interesting I love the second stanza and it really is an old story
This is poem is really good and enjoyable to read.
It may have a message underneath but I can quite tell it.
This poem is really good
Keep up the good work!

[Sarah Carswell]

Thank you.