Empty Grave

Life has a way of stealing itself from us!

Empty Grave

A quiet night, quite like tonight,

A dim lit light fades from sight,

A cobblestone trail, a tarnished grail,

Iridescent light.

Memories fade, a lifetime weighed,

In a moment of time,

Dismayed and decayed, his body lay,

Near the open grave grime.

A passer-by waves with no good-bye,

He digs deep in the rain,

The grave keeper, with muddy hands,

A life spent in pain.

A ceremony spent, no one went,

For a man with no fame,

Buried in a grave, near a cobblestone trail,

With only a stick to mark his name.

J. L. Lewis

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem made me wish to know more. I been to the grave of the unknown soldier. Unknown and forgotten is a sad place to land. The poem had a ghostly and sad feeling to the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[L_]

Gripping poem, leave a lot of questions brimming in my mind. I love the statements that end the stanzas, they really hit you. Good work :)

[Relic]

~You are certainly deserving of the title writer, that's for sure. You are gifted in the art of story-telling within your poetry that grips the reader. I expect you will become quite popular here providing you get your name out there by introducing yourself to other writer through reviews. I wish you luck. I enjoy reading your poems very much. ~


100/100