(2004)
She wanders the cemetery and weeps for those that have already died
Knowing that her tears will only cease
When this damp ground is decomposing her insides
Layer on top of layer but the clothes are unable to stop
Her wariness of feeling naked and her confidence lost
Loneliness leads her to where the dead rest in peace
When she feels she can no longer go on, when her body must sleep
Drifting only for a couple of hours
Every couple of days
In-between her unconscious dreams and her conscious daze
She feels touched by the figure who is unseen
Squeezing her chest she feels their screams
But this is unlike anybody else
Or maybe the un-rested figure calling for help
Is really a dark presence on her unobservant eyes
A figure who could explain why these souls left the bodies they possessed
Or in simple terms, why they died
The grass grows tall, up these sunken, quarry-like walls
Encasing unorganised rows of tilting and slanting family names
Crossing three simple stepping stones, in her simple ways
Leaning and gazing into the shallow green covered pond
Knowing only a foot down is bright marble
Not the night sky reflection or the great beyond
She feels her weight fall forward and sinks below
The damp mud encasing her and bringing her to a slow
Now she lies with the bodies whom she spent so much time
Who surely she must love, now her eyes are dry
But in a cemetery who can know
Did she truly lose her balance
Or did her friend who was unseen
Give a gentle push to have someone to hold
No longer be restless but peacefully sleep