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Unnamed Grave

R.R.Hannaman

By R.R.HannamanPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Unnamed Grave
Photo by Scott Rodgerson on Unsplash

Your identity erased

from the face

of a tilted stone

How long has it been?

Since you got visitors,

If any.

How old were you?

How did you die?

Passerbys can only guess

your story.

Family too poor

for a decent stone

To weather the decades?

Perhaps you outlived

your family,

alone at the end

no one to bury you except

The Morticians and few that pitied you.

Perhaps, they were shamed

by an act or lifestyle

not standard of society.

Perhaps you committed a crime

or were the one

left to rot

on the side of a road.

Had a passerby from time to time

given you a rose

or a daisy

or a Narcissus?

Perhaps Mother Nature

allowed dandelions

or wild flowers to grow

to make up for erasing your name.

One thing is certain,

that weathered stone

is a marker of a body buried.

Proof you were once

Alive.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

R.R.Hannaman

I have been writing a lot of stories and poems for a long time. It is nice to have a place to share it. I like to write about varying topics in my poem. I am constantly working on my world building and stories about my world Avaboya.

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