Autumns Lament


Lichen stained tombstones,
Pay homage,
Straining for the heavens,
Searching for souls,
Once sheltered,
In the shattered bones,
Recumbent,
Abandoned,
In tenebrous sepulchers,
Shrouded,
By Autumn’s dying blanket.

Monuments define the dead,
Mausoleums procrastinate, the
Discomfort of the living.

Lament me not, for,
This stone,
Make me,
Immortal.

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Fighting to save the sanity of a slightly demented forty something, who is fast approaching becoming a more than slightly demented fifty something ;-) View all posts by Tino

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