Hidden Graveyard

Who hath treaded the same path, Of the dropped and buried souls, And not thought twice about where thy stood?

"Hidden graveyard, hear thy plea,
We mean harm, sir and Madame.
Under these foreign bricks, you wish we flee";
Thou burial site is the sacrificial lamb.

Where grass exists no more,
They replace peace with your anger,
And find the hearth is a door
For your souls to rise, they the angler.

Hushed, you sneak around,
Playing with their tools, shutting them down,
Wishing each day to cease the horrid sound,
Of the cement covering the ground.

Remembrance of your burial, now washed away,
By the footsteps of the new age Man.
His mind, empty of empathy, newly gray,
Extending from his eyes, to his own toes; quite the span.

Centered on selfish desire,
They claim it is just "human nature",
But, it is too, human nature, to die, sometimes by the hand of the fire,
Where all seems fine, but, thou knowest it's danger.

Like the wiping of a spider web,
Life is brushed away - Ghost, thou know this true.
Breaths on tongues edge, at last sounds ebb,
Until the sinking into light, of ocean Sky's deep blue.

Man is harsh, by thine words spoken,
He claims land and feasts on his term,
Leaves a mess when finished, all pure, now broken,
Thou could even say, "humanity, thou art a germ".

Haunted graveyard, hear ye sing,
Of torture faced by you, in unrest,
I wish to deliver you to our King,
Ghost, we wish you to be blessed-

Under the dirt, grass, and freshly paved road,
We urge you to not settle in Purgatory.
Instead, race to Heaven's humble aboad,
Where thine can sleep for all of Eternity.

Author's Note

Unedited: I wrote this on the go after passing by a graveyard on the side of the road.

Reviews

[Eryn ♪]

Wow, I'm speechless (so to speak). Indeed it seems all we do is forget and pave over what we think invaluable. Thank you for the insightful piece

[phantom pains]

Thank you for taking your time to read my poem! I am glad you liked it :) (sorry for the long reply, I have been out of the country)