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.
