Her
Place Of Peace
Gloom
and blackness
all around her
Feeling's
of
sadness starting to stir
So
young, yet
still so very old
"It
will get
better", or so I'm told
So
many question's
dance inside her little head
Then
that place,
comes to mind, where the only people, are dead
Where
they are
forgotten and all alone
She
finds comfort
there, makes herself right at home
Her
place of
peace....
A
graveyard hidden
from the living
Her
place of
peace....
Broken
and bleeding,
just as her, grieving
The
name's poorly
etched in stone, her only friend's
As
lost as she
is, but they had, at last met their end
There
was no
family who came to visit them
Her
family was
around, shouldn't she be happy, not feel so grim?
Slowly
she cleaned
each grave, planted flowers, Chiseled and made it shine
These
dead people
would be remembered for a very long time
Her
tiny mind
drank in the names and date's of each
She
would carry
them into her adulthood, as far as they would reach
Her
place of
peace....
She
could put
it all behind
Her
place of
peace....
Another
place,
another time
She
wanted the
peace they had
She
was tired
of feeling hurt and bad
She
was tired
of working the way she did
All
she dreamed
of was, just to be a kid
She
held on to
the good time's
But
can't seem
to let go of the bad time's
Now
she sits
and wonder's when it will finally be finished
Thought's
of
completeness not often felt, soon diminish
Her
place of
peace...
Dead
and cold,
yet warm and alive
Her
place of
peace...
A
serenity all
in it's own, remembered and loved
By
Mary E.S.
©1999/2004
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indiGirl/Mary E.S.
