Cemetery Gates

 

The doors to my mind

often seem like cemetery gates

with all the lives

that have been left

to decay within my memory.

So much dirty remains

to make room for the metaphoric coffins

and discarded into the river

that is my veins,

it is no wonder some days

I feel so stiff and thoughts

flow like sludge.

There are more bones buried here

than a closet could hold,

it wouldn’t take much digging

for a hound of hell to gnaw on something

still gnawing at my soul.

Once it has been digested

in the bowels of the beast

I will be the one left with heartburn,

within those ashes the truth will

become a Phoenix

and me the empty urn.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Sad, poignant and powerful Dale. This one takes on a life of it's own. Bravo!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much... it took a life of its own when I was writing it.

[Frieda P]

Oh, don't you just love when that happens!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Yes I do, that means I have less work to do, LOL

[Frieda P]

Haha, yes I love the auto-muse!

[icelandicblue]

Where memories come to be buried but are never really dead. What a fantastic metaphor and unique way to view our pasts.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much.

[Erotic Goddess]

Strong words here and a very great message indeed! I am glad that I was able to stop by and catch this piece. You're talented words inspire others to reflect inwardly! Great piece.

xxoxx

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you so much Goddess... your approval always makes me smile.

[Rita L. Sev]

So many things die within us, it is hard, sometimes, to feel that we are indeed living. Impressive poem!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Thank you very much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think you meant "all the lives that have been left"

this is sad because there are no ashes to rise from...all that is left are discarded memories...nothing to save...

another cleverly done metaphor...

you are on a roll, my friend.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Darn auto correct...

You are certainly correct.... thank you sir.

[Tree]

A sad and powerful metaphor on what becomes of the things that die inside our soul, things like hope. Love. Like the way you tied this one up, too. Nice finish.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Exactly... those burdens can become heave when they start to pile up... thank you.