The Graveyard

The Graveyard

A Poem by WordsAndVoices

I stand in the graveyard,
The sun goes down,
I hear the tree's creaking,
Why, I do not know.
I stand in the graveyard,
Faded shapes appear,
Tingles spread down my back,
The cat yowls.
I stand in the graveyard,
Where all foul apparitions should come,
Shaded figures should appear,
The story books were right.
I run through the graveyard,
Hiding from my fears,
I thought it wasn't real,
Now I know it is.

© 2010 WordsAndVoices


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Added on October 7, 2010
Last Updated on October 25, 2010
Tags: dark, graveyard, ghosts, death, fear

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WordsAndVoices
WordsAndVoices

United Kingdom



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Hey! I'm Queenie and I'm 12 years old. Ohhh... and I'm from Canberra, Australia. Whoop! My family is very small. I live with just my Aunty and Grandad. I love writing, and reading. I enjoy bin.. more..

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