The Story of a Graveyard

Image: Wendy Scofield. Unsplash

This is the graveyard
abandoned I live
with many like me
where nights never fall
days never break
weeping eyes and silence
stand to see the parting souls
shrieks in the distance
cymbals of clashing swords
scare away the gazing owls
silencing the jackals
endless sleepless nights
thus passed for years
I am stuck
unable to escape
stuck to hold the tears
of the weeping eyes
of the bleeding hearts
known and unknown
of sinful and sinless souls
this is the story
I wished to write
of a graveyard I live
with many like me
I search for a beginning
I search for an end