The Teen in the Cemetery

Kinda childish, I know...

This place,

That in my imagination

Would be quiet, still, and silent,

Neighbors commotion. 

Look how the colors mix!

Some brown here, 

White stone rows there,

Green everywhere.

The great tree stands tall,

Speckled brown patches,

Maybe made by finches? 

Rest in its branches.

In the near vicinity

Are green vases of flowers. 

Who cares if they're real?

The color adds life to the daylight hours. 

There's one lonely path

For the not so lonely

People. 

They're in good company.

No, I don't mean me. 

They have each other

To rest gently

In eternal slumber.

Yet, I do mean me. 

I feel belonging. 

Depression and Death offer their hand

And I dance along with them.

Looking farther,

A black Bird

Oversees all. 

Beyond, the hiding stars. 

He must be saying,

"What trivial emotions you feel!"

Sadness?

Life, like death, is real.

And yet, 

I'm unable to dismiss

These fathomless clouds

Even with sunshine's beauty. 

America, America

Let that flag flow crooked.

Majestic in the mind - 

Wind. 

Let my cynical humor blow.

I guess...

This place harbors more activity

Than I realized.

I could not have imagined

I'm entranced " not by life "

By death.

Author's Note

I was going through storage and found an old notebook. This was a poem written as a journal entry in high school. The picture is the actual location from an opposite view. It was a dark time...

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Nice little poem. I like the way it makes a point of the life in the cemetery, the birds and the green grass. You've used some nice imagery to create this melancholy little scene. :)

[Anorien Isilme]

Thank you for your compliments! To be honest, if it weren't for the imagery, the poem wouldn't be much of anything. :D