The Graveyard He Came From

He crawled well but numb

His limbs didn't find the

Blood to rush him back

To the graveyard he came from;

And the whispers of the dead

Night stood still

Asking of him to expose his bared soul;

Bleeding but dead

Alive but confused

No one there to assemble

The broken pieces of his

Shattered scars that fell.

Mud around embraced his

Doom to suffocate him

Stood by his side was

Nothing but the blood

Of the graveyard he came from.

And his legs found ways

Back to the horror shell

Of crushed hopes and

Where the dead lives alone.

Author's Note

Appreciate honest reviews :)

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love mysterious & spooky stories, as you've done a great job of making this message not-quite-clear, but a little cloudy with the suggestions of what might be the source of your "death" theme. This could be a symbol for a darkness, a deadness, or a suffocating type person that seems like he/she just popped up from the grave. I believe lots of people have one foot in the grave, tired of living, but too scared to end it all. You've made this into a mystery full of vivid descriptions, good word choices, & dynamic verbs (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[ayesha cullen]

Thanks a lot, Margie :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Not a hopeful poem. You took the reader to a graveyard and described struggle and loneliness. I wanted to read and know more. Thank you Ayesha for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[ayesha cullen]

Haha! Sometimes, struggles and loneliness put an end to life and the living. It's meant to gobble you up.
Thanks for the feedback! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

It can and you are welcome dear Poet.