Lindemberg Pereira da Silva

Rookie (04/03/1985 / Brazil)

The Graveyard - Poem by Lindemberg Pereira da Silva

The wind was strong
It was shaking the big old and rooten gate,
and making a noise between the leaves.
There was also a quiet silence,
in which I couldn't hear any thing
but my steps on the ground
and the beats from my heart.

I felt a strong cold
getting inside my body,
that we usually feel
when our mind go wild.
There was just a little bit more of the way
I needed to walk,
but I felt as if it was an eternity.

A little bit far from me
there was a shape of someone,
wearing a black jacket
who made me imagine
what I proved not to be true after.

The lights of the city were on
but no one was around.
No rain but an usually landscape
I used to see in the movies.

I felt such a relief,
after leaving that place behind me.
Nevertheless, I didn't see any lost soul
or abnormal creature.
It was just a graveyard.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 8, 2011



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