A Burial

Echoes from the past may sometimes linger When the night is darkest and most silent, Fragments of bitter images, a reminder Hidden sorrows refrain a lament. Hours seem to drag and uncover Scars of wounds that healed long ago, As the heart sinks in tortured dolor An awareness the mind refuses to know. Will is forced to shun what's gone, Like soil on the ground where coffins lay, Sleepless nights, Pain's burial is done Tears from the eyes, wash the dead away. All Rights Reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.07.14