Cemetery SadnessA Poem by The Things She NotedDriving through the cemetery on the lake shore does me no good Yet here I am Seated in my car on a cold January’s day Windows down slightly Whatever must come in Can also leave if pleased I know no one here And though I see the pity In people’s eyes as they walk past I cannot keep from crying Ugly childlike sobs From the deepest pits of my belly Uncomfortable Uncontrollable Lost I am And I know not all that wander Are lost But I’m not wandering Because I know where I am going Always have a destination The cemetery on the lake shore Socially acceptable to cry in public in the name of grief So I grieve daily Hourly No one around to invalidate my pain No one to ruse me out of bed Push me out the door Just me and the stones With the carved names Of people I will never know Long forgotten No roses to decay Grass browning around their plot Cemeteries are for the living Because the dead have long moved on And I fear that I will stay here forever Because I can’t possibly allow myself to stray from what I know Who I know And who I don’t I fear that if I leave the place in which my grief is protected Someone will shatter it Leave me vulnerable to more pain It’s always good to get ahead of the game And I guess the game is life I’m not sure how to win I haven’t read the rules But it’s not very fun And I know that I’m losing Losing everyone I love And everything I cared for Just to sit lonely in a grave Gravely distressed With no one I know And no one I have loved Because I can’t seem to find the exit Or maybe I just keep missing it © 2021 The Things She NotedReviews
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