Cementery Trees

A hazy grey sky
Monotone colour
The small black crypt fences cold and damp
The Hurst drives up slowly
A cautious slow though
Thick precipitation fills the air
Making you feel heavy
It’s impossible for me to walk through
We will find a way to get together
We find an unknown important grave
The tombstone reads only faded and forgotten letters
Someone cried with a lack of life
The emptiness grows into a black hole of eternity
Always feared
Dealt with
Prolonged
But why
The Hurst stops to rid of another passenger
We watch troublesome as the hurts bids
No matter what the life
You’ll be carried by six
A man a foot
A man with two feet to help
The grey haze thickens with a light rain
Dew collects in cracks
You watch the Hurst disappear into the cemetery trees
All is left
A cold breeze