Journal in Verses

Graveyard open: Visiting Hours posted

August 7, 2021

Make me special-blind
Show me only my friends,
Those two or three.

And my family,
Brothers and sisters

And the ones who love me,
Not the ones whom I love.

Then I will relax,
Ease my heart,
For the end I see coming.

Come see me, all the living,
Be a graceful witness to the
graveyard of my heart.

Visiting hours are posted
In all the social media,
Where I told them to find you.

Featured image: Graveyard under Snow by Caspar David Friedrich (1826)

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