History is the graveyard and cemeteries.A Poem by OnlymeI sometimes look at life and think is this it. Once I am gone is that it? It is just the reminders of who I was. And what I did that is remembered of me. A grave if I am buried to stand over and weep. And then to eventually forget and never visit much or if not at all. Or else to be cremated and my remains to be put into an urn. To then be left inside someone cupboard noone wants to be reminded off or open. Death is a subject often spoken about in movies and books. But when reality kicks in. After a while when you pass youare yesterday's news. And fade into the past. With maybe the yearly visit from a family member stillhappens to care and think about you. Until they themselves eventually pass and die. And join you in the same graveyard or cemetery. Until no one left who remembers you or even knew about you. History is the graveyard and cemeteries. The remainder of soul who once lived and laughed. Who now is part of the ether. A morbid tale I do tell.
© 2019 Onlyme
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