~*~my graveyard~*~

Graves open - but nothing is there,
A graveyard of buried hopes
Seems to be everywhere.

Trying to figure out where I went wrong -
Searching my graveyard for one last hope,
I guess my graveyard must be strong.

I notice that when I get one foot out of a grave,
Everything blows up in my face -
To be pulled into another hazy grave.

I feel torment and shame -
My graveyard is getting larger - no stopping it!-
Who do I have for the blame?

Tho' I must make this journey alone -
I hope it won't be too long,
For I'm looking through a tombstone.

Screaming, clawing my way out -
Will my graveyard ever end?
I have my doubts.

As I cry out for someone in the night,
I keep burying hopes in my graveyard -
You can see it in my eyes...

Poem "My Graveyard" is
copyright © 2003 Charity Mc Afee.

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