Author’s Note: This poem was written when I was a junior. It was an assignment. We were supposed to think of a place, and write about it as if we were there. Hopefully, it isn’t all that bad.
In
my lonely cemetery,
There
is an eerie silence
Except
for the unseen wind
Blowing
through the large dark trees,
And
the slight chirping of the crickets
Making
their own quite music.
I
sit on the cold dirt in which I was buried,
And
feel the emptiness.
My
pale skin, numb,
Tingling
with every move I make.
Looking
up at the trees,
Watching
the branches sway,
Dancing
in the wind.
This
place that is now my home
Is
very peaceful;
A
place where I rest for all eternity.
I
pay the tombs around me no mind,
And
just listen to the calmness of the night.
An
owl hoo’s in the distance then flies away,
Never
again heard this night.
This
same routine goes on and on throughout the night,
Each
night
Until
the sun rises.
At
the first glimpse of color in the sky
It’s
time for me to rest.
I
lie on the ground next to my lonely tomb
And
fall into another world;
A
world of peace.