I often walk Through the cemetery The dead don’t talk And I like that Uncomfortable silence Unnecessary yakking of bullshit Unenjoyable, uninteresting The voices leave my earlobes blistering But there are no voices here Only the whispers of a chilling autumn breeze Plus the smell of decaying leaves I feel fine
I often walk
Through the cemetery
The dead don’t talk
And I like that
Uncomfortable silence
Unnecessary yakking of bullshit
Unenjoyable, uninteresting
The voices leave my earlobes blistering
But there are no voices here
Only the whispers of a chilling autumn breeze
Plus the smell of decaying leaves
I feel fine
The City High Review 