History is the graveyard and cemeteries.

History is the graveyard and cemeteries.

A Poem by Dawn



I 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 no
one 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 you
are yesterday's news. And fade into the past.
With maybe the yearly visit from a family member still
happens 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 Dawn



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A grim tale you do tell indeed..and even death has a touch of humour in it sometimes..especially if you're put into an urn on someone's mantle..or wherever..we all have no escape from death..the big finale...I love the way you covered this tale in detail and thought . Well Done

Posted 4 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dawn

4 Days Ago

Thank Fran Marie, that was really kind of you to say. bless you. Dawn.


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maybe morbid, but we all think about this...i want my ashes put into a local lake...i really wanted them in Vermont...but too far for anyone to travel.
but you, as well as i, will leave your writing behind...that legacy will live on long after either of us is gone.
j.

Posted 4 Days Ago


I know, you would think there would be more to it.
You put all that bloody effort into your life just to end up in the cupboard.
Even worse, you might get thrown into the freezing sea.
Staying alive forever just to spite everyone.

Posted 4 Days Ago


A grim tale you do tell indeed..and even death has a touch of humour in it sometimes..especially if you're put into an urn on someone's mantle..or wherever..we all have no escape from death..the big finale...I love the way you covered this tale in detail and thought . Well Done

Posted 4 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dawn

4 Days Ago

Thank Fran Marie, that was really kind of you to say. bless you. Dawn.
Someday, we'll all be a few minutes worth of memories around someone's table.

Posted 6 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dawn

6 Days Ago

I do agree Relic, morbid and sad.

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Tags: morbid, sad, reality, fact, death, real, human, cycle of life.

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