Graveyard

The wind howls at the cemetery stone,

Rain drizzles silently on the tarmac,

Names one by one, they stand alone,

Lost loved ones, beneath the earth. 

Grey skies show no sign of hope, 

A hooded coat, hands in pockets stands softly at a foot stone,

Gone but not forgotten it reads. 

Spring daffodils soggily slumped, 

Too soon for them to die but they have no life left now. 

Maybe summer will paint a different picture, 

Time has a way of turning grey days around. 

The wind howls harder now, the rain battering the ground in sync

As if they sense a glint of optimism in me

The man in the raincoat has gone when I look up from my hands. 

Tags: Sad, Pain, Hope, Imagery, Deep,