PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I sit upon the cool grass blades

beneath the glowing sky

in the middle of this darkened glade

I remember times passed by



I lean against this stone so chill

my knees up to my chin

waves of moon lit beams  upon me spill

as the old wounds ache within



Heavy arms wrap round hollow form

face buried in my knees

I tremble from this chaotic storm

never answered are my pleas



I wipe away the dust from stone

your name there etched with love

you left us before we could atone

so hard to walk away from