Graveyard

Broken.

The graveyard is

quiet and

fogs blankets the 

fenced lot

Falling headstones

silently cry for 

a fixing

Help them

The people are gone

and you can't

bring them 

back 

Gone forever

The grass is frosted

with cloud 

breaths and 

tears of loved ones

Wailing for 

them to come 

back

But they can't

They have a 

new plan 

A new course

that they 

follow

And until you join

them six feet

under

You aren't a 

part of that

new journey

Six feet under

they lay in

a casket

specially fixed for

the ones they

love

But they won't come

back

The graveyard is

quiet