Heavy rain at the graveyard

 

Heavy rain at the graveyard

as the tears swell up. Harder

they fall - a cascade hitting

the grass carpet. Sharp stings

in her glass heart. A mournful song

broken apart and left to wilt like the

flowers on the next graveside.

 

Slate veil over downcast day.

Can someone chase the demons away?

They creep from between

headless stone statues,

rain-etched memories

carved into cracked skin.

Tombstones to lost homes

where souls no longer live within.

"Can someone rehome

this stray heart?" she moans.

 

A mother shouldn't

have to grieve for a lost son.

A song should be singing,

one where hope lives on

in neon colour overcoats.

A starling should be flying,

under a bright sun.

Rays landing on smiling eyes.

 

But only grey stains her view.

A memory of rain,

the pain of losing you.

The stabbing rhythm

that reminds her of how you lay slain

at the end of your own blade.

 

"Protection" you would say.

Disrespecting the memory

of sun beam smiles.

Twisting the sting

into something

so tragically

final.

 

Heavy rain falls at the graveyard.

A mother stands as her world stalls.