The Fear

The grave had somewhat of an oppressing atmosphere, arousing a very strong claustrophobic feeling. The graves were like unwanted plants, sprouting in every possible direction. The tombs were cracked like the life of many in this location. The departed were having a meeting about how depressing life was and made the feeling reciprocal. The trees seemed to be mourning and living creatures would rarely be seen. The flowers, rotting and the love, dying. The one word that came to mind was: pity. the village could be seen in the landscape, a land full of love and care. They say love never dies, but on this side of the lake, everything was dead. Such a shame that you have to leave a familiar heaven, to go to a hell-like location. The sun seemed to favour the other side of the lake, where the day to day tune was composed of birds, animals and love. Nevertheless, the grave-yard had its own tune, the howling wind, the crying trees, the departed souls. Hence, when people asked me "What frightens me the most" I respond without the slightest shadow of a doubt, Death!

Reviews

[matrixmark]

What a good use of imagination you have - when you described the graves. Even though short, the piece itself was really well written. It came across that the graveyard had a mysterious feel to it.

I liked theway in which it ended - tied in really nicely with the rest.

Mark.

[Tony Jordan]

I get a real sense of being dead. I don't know how you manage to convey so well.
Good write

[Anastasia Ortan]

I can't stop reading your poems! All the similes and imagination. I love it how you used two sides of the lake. You somehow make the story so mysterious. And I am totally speechless, I can not find any more words to describe how good it is.

[Maria Truica]

This is probably your best piece. Descriptive and very well written. I am completely amazed by your talent. Excellent!

[Lucy Granger]

Thank you very much mark, glad you enjoyed it.

LucyGranger.