Walk In The Graveyard Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Walk In The Graveyard
Leaves rustle under my bare feet,
The wind howls and swishes my hair,
dark shadows creep behind,
They hide in the trees as I turn around.
Lines on the tombstones bleed,
Dark eats into the night,
broken backs rest on eternal beds.
These buried bodies of the dead.
The mournful spirits hang around,
Watching in the dark, no sound,
Wondering why I''m here,
''Come to us'' they sneer.
They come close try to grab my soul,
The coldness creeps in from my spine,
I never thought an innocent walk
In the graveyard would bring me to my end.
This is a most excellent piece, had me feeling creepy, Reshma, thank you for sharing
A scary picture of graveyard brought out well...at the end of the read i looked over my shoulder...to confirm that i am alone! it surely does give me creeps!
SPOOKY...THE FEAR OF THE DEAD END IS REALLY SCARY... U PRESENTED IT REALLY WELL....
A spooky and frightful writing. I can't imagine being barefoot in a graveyard. I don't want my bare feet to touch the bodies of the dead. I enjoyed reading this. And if they took your soul, well, that's the price of admission. HaHaHaHa! GW62
Reshma, I loved this poem! Do read my poem - 'The Church and The Graveyard' -Raj Nandy
Wonderfully penned. Beautiful imagery, apt words. But the ending I am little skeptic. If time permits read my GRAVEYARD. May be similar to this...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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WELL WRITTEN. U GET 10++......................