POETRY


To the Grave


In the graveyard she waits,
In the graveyard of loves death.
Wandering,
Searching,
For the lonely soul like her own.
After time she will give up,
Believing all the good ones are gone,
And to rest forever her heart.
Weary of life’s travels,
Heavy from burdens of the past,
Freedom will never come,
In this graveyard
Called love.