National Poetry Month: Week 1 - Where the Grass Won't Grow
I don’t know if this is really a thing or if I just fell for an April Fool’s prank, but I’ve challenged myself to write a poem every week of the month in honor of National Poetry Month. Granted that’s only four poems, but I’m not much for poetry, so this should be interesting.
That being said, here’s my first foray into poetry in quite a while.
Where the Grass Won’t Grow
In a cemetery that the living rarely visit,
Rests a hill with stone fingers reaching for the sun.
On this hill the grass grows green and flush.
Elsewhere in the cemetery, at the foot of the hill, rests a solitary grave.
Beneath the tombstone resides a restless soul, unhappy in the afterlife,
For some death comes easy, same cannot be said here.
What happens in life, often lingers in the after.
They say love is eternal, then would the same not be true for its opposite?
Without love present, hatred grows uncontrollably,
Affecting all around, negative energy reflects on the land above the coffin.
At the foot of the hill where the sun shines,
lies a grave where the grass won't grow
Thank you for reading, and remember to enjoy life