Lost Souls

the markers are broken

and some have fallen down,

the weeds have grown tall

there’s brush all around.

the hill over there

goes into the woods,

no one has cared for it

but somebody should.

there are so many

the white cards on the sticks

most of them covered

branches and sticks.

some lay by a flag,

a bouquet or two.

someone was here,

someone loved you.

but now there is ground

sacred and hallowed i see,

and though its long forgotten

it is still clear to me.

no one’s expected

to still be here.

to bring fresh flowers,

or cry a fresh tear.

but an unmarked grave,

seems so lost and so sad.

A pick that reads ‘Grave owner

Name is Lost’

is all that is left

of paths that once crossed.


About startingwritenow

I am a mom, a wife, a sister, daughter and friend. I love a good laugh, a house full of people, a great craft beer (or two), a bold red wine and a book or movie of any kind.-good, bad or otherwise! I believe in learning something everyday, in growing and changing every chance you get. I don't fit in every circle, I don't color inside the lines, but I have learned to love my messy life!
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