Passion, Poetry and Paint

 Poem: The Cemetery

Alone I sit. The dark atmosphere of the graveyard surrounds me. I stare at the graves standing before me. I look at the distant relics of the past laid out on the graves. I stare at some graves with sadness. These people likely fought for and helped create the future. Only for their names to forever be forgotten in the sands of time. Others approach looking at the graves. Yet still, I feel alone here. I walk around the graveyard examining the rows of graves. Each step I take my mind becomes filled with sadness and regret. I wanted to know these people more. I wanted to spend more time with them. I wanted to be an older brother… But unfortunately, fate is a cruel mistress and had other ideas for them. I want to see them again. I want to feel their embrace. But I don’t know if I can. I want to weep as I look at their graves… but I can’t. My sadness feels so immense yet the tears refuse to form in my eyes. I try to make myself but it doesn’t work. I can’t make myself, why can’t I make myself? My chest hurts as memories of them flood my mind, it feels like it's going to explode. The pain is so immense. “Gone too soon,” I mutter to myself. As I kneel before her grave. I pay my respects.