Graves end stone so cold

[mounty]

Through the graves end stone so cold i walked
Row of lives lay untouched
Only those who loved me shall return to me
A voice carred on the wind wispered

One path i followed covered in moss
A hundred lives i did pass by
All lost

Sadness filled me with one thought
Who are those who morn for you now
Were are those you let me behind for

The air lay as thin as ice
I could not feel his warmth here
There father had left

They did not follow his wisdom
They did not embrace his love
They did not call to him

Now the wind drowns out there crys
All is left is a grave end stone so cold

 

[stephen]

Hi Sister

You write good prose. I detect you write from memory of a now painful past, where truth was lost.

Keep writing.....without doubt.....i feel....that your poems will reflect light......upon area's of struggle, unknown to many of us.

God Bless You