Names on old headstones
forgotten by time,
lives that were lost
with many in their prime.
Weeds and grass
cover where they lie,
unrecognisable to
any passing eye.
Years of neglect in this
place of reflection
where souls were buried
in the hope of resurrection.
Now what is left gives
no reason for hope
to those that remain
who are at the end of their rope.

Left with many questions to be asked from self
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Very well expressed 👏
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Thanks
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