Cemetry Gates
Keates & Yeats are on Your Side
Cemeteries are a place to rest in peace
Stillness from the dead is to be expected
On a cold, crisp autumn day I made my way
My way to the local cemetery
Not under the circumstances one might expect
The crunch of leaves beneath my boots,
Melodious
No,
I didn’t know anyone here
Personally
In Life
Or death
Sauntering slowly towards a desolate bench
I sat
Pulling forgotten poetry from my pocket
I read
A flood of emotions
I felt
Creeping steps
I heard
Turning, I saw her
Despondent
Distracted
She was
Vicious
Romantic.
Notes
First Chapter, waddup.
