The Graveyard

I come to the graveyard
Wandering among the black stones
I look for the final resting place
Of my old, rotten bones

I stare at the etched letters
Chiselled into cold rock
My dark past lies beneath
Locked in a cage of cold earth

My mind cannot help but wander
To a grave now long lost
A grave that could not hold its captive
A Man who died on a cross

I lay down my wreath of thorns
As tears stream down my face
Christ’s sacrifice now means
My grave is now my birthplace



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