The Graveyard (Jacob Brouillette

The Graveyard (Jacob Brouillette - New Orleans, LA)

I sense them

I feel them

I hold them close to my soul

I know they are there at every step I take…

through the portal of my soul…

Always emptiness…always black , in its bowels….

The dark night creeps in and the heavy fog of memories past of torment… torture… and sin

Each one is different and stands together, but always still alone

some brick, some mortar, some solid stone…

sealed forever… and all the while condoned

Hiding and fearing that those ghosts may awake, and finally come undone….

While walking path of my darkest hours, wandering, lost, tired, and burned,

I’m always walking the path…. along lonely flowers

Ghosts of the past walking right beside me

Every blink, every breath, every heartbeat, they are beside me…deep inside me…..

Through the maze of monuments, I walk alone

seeking….searching….

yearning….

longing…. for them to go away and find their way home..

Dig them up, then bury them…. Dig them up, then bury them… dig them up and bury them….they are lurking… always lurking…

Don’t cry little child…

It will all be alright…

For one day those dark graves will forever turn to light…..

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