The Church Yard
time and time again she was told
that if she continued to drink,
she would die...
she cared not...life was not worth it
dieing was preferable to living alone
in the darkness of her mind, of her on making
in truth, none cared what she did
there was no love in her life
what was once, was no more
while the sad memories melted away
in her confused mind, the peace of the Church
yard seemed so restful, so simple and calm
she knew it was a place to be forgotten
where none would come to visit to remember...
what she once was in this life
yes, she would be forgotten with no flowers on her grave
5 comments:
ohmygod this poem is so sad my
eyes are welling up.
This really is very sad... too many people are lost to drink.
This is sad, indeed. Alcoholism continue to hit many people.
Well-written!!!
oh, the many tones here. deep and sad. if only she knew, that she should care...
a sad tale
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