Orlando Belo

Freshman - 511 Points (Derby, England)

Sad - Poem by Orlando Belo

The ground hugging mist blends into the morning sky,
as I look across the cemetery.
The ornate tombs and the plain grave markers,
quickly remind me of my own mortality.

The bones of the departed are laid to rest,
without any warmth or company.
No grief, or thoughts of those alive,
no tears of regret, or sympathy.

Those at rest are a part of history;
statistics of a bygone age.
Old photographs in family albums,
have become strangers on a page.

It's so sad, so cruel, and unfortunate
that we all are born to die.
Yet so many leave this world too soon
having not given life a try.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 26, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 26, 2015


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