I pretend smiling
I feel sad
I touch a heart
I worry to break it
I cry that the moment has forever passed
I am alone n curios
As black imbued black, so was rendered the pitch of darkness That befogged this godforsaken yard of graves -And too the dank, ‘til now forgotten chapel that Did little to grace these forlorn grounds. Yet here stood I, seemingly first to tread this weed-ridden soil Since times of yore when life had erstwhile blessed this land.But for being lost in solitude - as does a country wanderer -Would I not have happened across this morbid landscape. And though detail rendered barely visible to my naked eye – For desperately had the moon tried to break through t