Closer to the road, the ancient graves <br />crumble under the weight of time. <br />Words of love, of lost, of hope and despair <br />are scattered amongst the un cut grass. <br />Stone crosses severed and chipped <br />softened by the damp moss. <br />There are no visitors here anymore, <br />just observers. They look and shudder, <br />To rest in a lonely spot, to be concealed <br />by the weeds, to fade into the past. <br />There are heroes here, half named strangers <br />visited only by the rains.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-graveyard-of-those-who-died-long-ago/
