Inspried WritoberChallenge: SOUNDS

I want to find a graveyard full of ghosts

that wander through the trees and marble and granite mausoleums

with rusty gates over their doors  and and worn out plaques that try to declare

who sleeps here

and what year they died and went to their Lord- above or below who can say?

I want to put my ear to the ground

because I might hear something moving down there

like  skeletal hand creeping  over a hallow chest

or a dusty voice asking,

” Where am I Why is it so dark?  Am I dreaming? Wake me up, somebody please wake

me up.”

It might cost me, to take on such an endeavor to visit a place

not meant  for someone with warm blood singing in their veins and breath creaking and

crackling in their lungs

but I am curious, so curious about what goes on in a graveyard  full of ghosts

who never sleep and walk all night.