Forsaken

The bench of memory,

Engraved with the tears of death.

Valuable to those who are no longer.

Once was so precious,

A grandad, father and son.

Perished.

Now stands a bench,

A stranger to the world.

History broken,

Words forgotten.

 

The bench of memory.

 

Reviews

[Sikandar Khan]

Dedicated to thos who lost in air
Nice try..

[Inject Positivity]

This poem takes the reader to a place to witness how time has taken away life after life and only a bench is left which is carrying all those memories... This is very thoughtful and makes the reader feel the words... Great work...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Ian Craven]

So true. Do you observe your environment a lot?