Midnights Voice

Rookie - 858 Points (November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)


Where's my perch
that held me on
moonless nights.

Where is the only place
I felt accepted
by everyone there

Where is the stone
that like an old friend
is gone

On a hill overlooking
a river
Maybe the closest to heaven
they'll ever get

Taken away...gone
for river road

Submitted: Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 09, 2012


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Poet's Notes about The Poem

In 1969 Bryce Hospital for the insane in Tuscaloosa, Alabama had a cementery overlooking the Black Warrior River.A road aptly named River Road was constructed through the back half
of the cementery.The part overlooking the river.While a student at the University of Alanama I often took long walks through cemeteries late at night.The Bryce Hospital cemetery
was my favorite.I could feel the tortured souls still delusional in rest.No graves were moved just bulldozed away leaving shards of crushed bone.This my tribute to all my acquaintances
on River Road, goodnight forever.

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  • Gold Star - 10,094 Points * Sunprincess * (10/11/2012 7:37:00 AM)

    Those people who paved the road should be ashamed of their self..thanks for sharing this poem.. :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 934 Points Unwritten Soul (8/10/2012 11:27:00 AM)

    Wow walking through cemeteries at night....did you hear the wolves sound....and the mist around...LOL Nah it just nothing, hahahaha...it was a good poem, maybe this is what your voice always sound, Midnights voice :) ...and it mystery with cool poetry_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,706 Points Valerie Dohren (8/9/2012 2:19:00 PM)

    That is absolutely dreadful - where is the respect for those poor souls. I realize roads have to be constructed, but surely these resting places could at least have been relocated. Great write. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 10 Points Simon Odhiambo (8/9/2012 1:05:00 PM)

    I feel it for the dead...disturbance of their spirits. I wish they had planted trees or grass, to give them another life.
    Thanks for this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 33 Points Mark Dillon (8/9/2012 6:04:00 AM)

    What a sad thing to happen to poor souls who were lost even before they were laid to rest.r.i.p only to be fortgotten about for a second time. nice write (Report) Reply

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