Graveyards at Night

Nocturnal whispers, thoughts we can hear,
Phantom traces of those once held dear.
Eternal frustrations upend festered minds,
Lying prostrated, suspended in time.

Etched words in headstones, names from the past,
Random one-liners written to last.
Infernal temptations for worms to be fed,
Open invitations to join the dead.

Sequestered from the living, confined to a bed,
In search of forgiving angry words said.
Trying to reach out to any stranger you find,
Caught between death's world and the one left behind.

So many lives buried, so many unsaved.
The burdens they carried and took to their graves.
Soulful reminders of the price that men pay,
To wither and rot, decompose and decay.

A party of uninvited, condemned in solitude,
Forever united in fields of planted tombs.
Enshrinements to comfort weary mourner's daylight.
Confinements of discomfort, eerie graveyards at night.


Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney