Graveyard Poem by Tara W. Johnson

Nothing but a graveyard...
Flowers everywhere, cant even stare without being colorblind.
Its a line at funeral homes,
Sad songs, am I wrong for not wanting to wake-up and smell the fresh roses...
That their love one's put on the graves
and the end date shouldn't be engraved..
5,10, or even 13 years later!
Our babies shouldn't be dead from bullets being SPRAYED, Car crashes, mother or father hatred or siblings gone wrong at play. Should be natural causes from a good life they LEAD...BUT! ! !