Something The Dead Are Keeping Back Poem by Navarun Mallick

The graveyard is a desolate place
To wander in the late hours of the night.
The ground is grey, the trees ashen,
No living soul to gaze at the sight
Of the final mark that those departed have left
On the face of the earth under which they rest.

Those who will shall grieve for a while,
The tears must flow to fill the many empty spaces.
Eventually, the sad must learn to smile,
Those gone wouldn't have it any other way.
And yet, a different feeling persists.

It's not hollowness, but rather, a restlessness,
Like something important has been omitted.
Somewhere there is a non-existent memory,
Somewhere lies an undreamt dream.

There were words that no one ever said,
And they would beat within the now empty shells,
Now resting with feelings that were never felt.

They took and they left this profoundly strange regret,
There's something the dead are keeping back.

There's something the dead are keeping back.