Listening Through The Cemetery Trees

-Listening Through The Cemetery Trees-
by
Keaton Foster



Above her grave
Shadows invade
Darkness lingers
The sun hangs high
Furiously burning bright
All other darkness
Is easily out of sight
The God of us all
Looks down upon her
In judgment he signs
He won’t forget
What she willingly did
Listening through
The cemetery trees
I can hear her voice
Her terrifying choice
She once said to me
Son this is how it must be
Forever I must go
You must be alone
Survive if you can
Do whatever it takes
Just as I
Then with ease
Mired in her callous beliefs
She turned a walked away
Leaving me quite empty
Without a chance
I fought to be more
Then the nothing
That she condemned me to
The boy of my youth
Was taken away
A tortured man I became
In shame
Heavy did my head hang
But I managed to survive
I managed to thrive
Many years later
I would see her face
Frozen in an eternal state
She looked nothing
As I had imagined
She looked worn
Abused and misused
She looked like she
Had been through hell
I was told that she
Found death in a bottle
It numbed her pain
And erased her mistakes
It allowed her to forget
As I remembered all too well
It was a fitting end to the
Ridiculous way in which she lived
One of the first things that
I said with regard to her end
Judgment meant
They found her festering
In a stew of herself
A miracle was lent
To the man that crafted
Her death face
Because beneath her
Worn, abused, misused face
Was something far more freighting
A hellish amalgamation of her life
And time honored decomposition
Listening through
The cemetery trees
I can hear her voice
Regretting her choices
Pleading for another way
Just as I once did
I’ve come to say goodbye
I won’t return
Because unlike her
In this place
I don’t belong…


Listening Through The Cemetery Trees
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013