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.

Reshma Ramesh

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