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
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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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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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