The Cemetery Gates

I spent my life in pain always feeling alone.
Now I will spend eternity trapped under a stone.
As people look down at the ground covering my bones.

Every night I wander this cemetery.
In a world I never found familiarity,
as I look for my prosperity.

As the mournful see an echo of me crossing the terrace,
under the beautiful light of Polaris.
They can see in my eyes that I hope God will spare us.

As I look at the tree where I let go of my pain and fears.
I reach out trying to talk to them as they shed their tears.

As my soul for eternity relives my fate.
I know I will never again cross this cemetery’s gates.

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