The Thought of a Graveyard
By: Charles Aldux
12/9/2022
(Dedicated to all who cannot forget the deceased)
Forward you crawl amidst the pain.
From grave to grave,
You crawl over the forsaken years.
You’re inching towards my inner sanctum.
Crying and crying I hear you now.
Just as I heard you then.
From under the floorboards, I sense you amongst the ship’s bow.
Summoning me towards what I wished was once again.
Your life is now more of a stave.
Embedded amidst my ribs.
Missing you more as you crawl.
More than the waters amid are salty tears on my face that you laid.
The same tears I will eventually devour.
Yet forgotten they are not.
The situation ever so sour.
From the memory when you once did rot.
You are a graveyard’s thought.
Forgotten in an instance.
Yet not purely with good riddance.
My deepest desire is to see you once again.
Yet also I do not.
As I cannot take back that pain that was once so true.
Empty poems and empty verse,
Cannot undo your terminal curse.
That again is also true.
I know this as tears melt into a drain dripping as a tint not clear but dark blue.
Stop the crawling.
Stop the thoughts.
Though not a ghost, why must you haunt?
