Dr.reid_16
07-13-2011, 11:28 PM
The Boy
The cemetery was vacant that dark, chilled eve.
Mourners raided its grounds,
and gathered together.
Their small huddle was soon flooded with stinging tears, and wet sobs.
The smooth grass was trampled.
The wind wept, and the trees screamed and howled with sorrow.
The body was lowered under the cemetery floor,
into the abyss, into the darkness, into remembrance.
The boy stepped forward,
his eyes were stained red with tears.
He attempted to speak,
mouth opened.
Yet no words could emerge from his dry throat.
Painful wet memories streamed down his cheeks,
and the good and bad times rolled through his mind.
He looked around him,
and stared into the glum faces behind.
He nodded with respect,
and began to walk.
He ventured past the living,
and the dead.
Among the shadows, he exited the cemetery.
The cemetery was vacant that dark, chilled eve.
Mourners raided its grounds,
and gathered together.
Their small huddle was soon flooded with stinging tears, and wet sobs.
The smooth grass was trampled.
The wind wept, and the trees screamed and howled with sorrow.
The body was lowered under the cemetery floor,
into the abyss, into the darkness, into remembrance.
The boy stepped forward,
his eyes were stained red with tears.
He attempted to speak,
mouth opened.
Yet no words could emerge from his dry throat.
Painful wet memories streamed down his cheeks,
and the good and bad times rolled through his mind.
He looked around him,
and stared into the glum faces behind.
He nodded with respect,
and began to walk.
He ventured past the living,
and the dead.
Among the shadows, he exited the cemetery.