Recurring Nightmare Poem by Phil Soar

A recurring dream of epitaph's
Lined up like cold blocks of granite stone
Reminding you of those no longer with us
Stand side by side
Waiting for the calligraphy of death
To repair the balance of sorrow and remorse
Telling the world how great you were
From day one until the end

Imagine that recurring scene
A constant reminder of yet what is to come
Playing through the sleeping mind
Clouding your dreams of the future with sorrow
Through silent tears you wake
And there's no memory of who those stones were for
No names written upon them yet
Not mine
Not yours
But they stand side by side
Waiting
Cold rows of unpolished stone
Waiting
For the end