My Graveyard - Poem 2 by Charity Thomas

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This is probably one of my best poems. Again I wrote this during an inner self examination.



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Poem 2
chapter 1   —   updated Jun 28, 2008   —   806 characters   —   0 people liked this writing
Graves open - but nothing is there,
A graveyard of buried hopes
Seems to be everywhere.


Trying to figure out where I went wrong -
Searching my graveyard for one last hope,
I guess my graveyard must be strong.


I notice that when I get one foot out of a grave,
Everything blows up in my face -
To be pulled into another hazy grave.


I feel torment and shame -
My graveyard is getting larger - no stopping it!-
Who do I have for the blame?


Tho' I must make this journey alone -
I hope it won't be too long,
For I'm looking through a tombstone.


Screaming, clawing my way out -
Will my graveyard ever end?
I have my doubts.


As I cry out for someone in the night,
I keep burying hopes in my graveyard -
You can see it in my eyes...


-Charity L. Thomas
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