Maelea Mercado

Somber Stones - Poem by Maelea Mercado

Frigid grey
Somber stones

The Cawing of a crow
Signal unwarranted visitors
Passing through the iron gate

Crunch of the frosted grass
washed out trees
Rustling in the icy breeze

Heavy air
Filled with decay

Ruined and destroyed
By a bad apple
Or maybe lost joy

The Dead and dying
Leave you empty
Hope is gone

The Intruders plant weeds
In The wonderful garden
That once harbored your life

Marred with stones
Of lost or stolen dreams

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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