The fog hangs low, as it dampens my soul, <br />Tears of pain, falling like rain, <br />As the hounds of hell, naw on the church bells, <br />A marriage that failed and love set sail, <br /> <br />Welcome to my memories of the Brokenheart cemetery, <br />Before me lies, the hearts that have died, <br />The river of tears, the sky of wasted years, <br />The clouds of shame, and tombstones with names, <br /> <br />The smell of decay, as love withers away, <br />I walk among the lost souls, in search of love that grows, <br />I talk with the residents, their pain is evident, <br />Echoes of their mornful calls, rattle these silent halls, <br /> <br />I control my emotions as I approach the blood red ocean, <br />More pain is injected, as another takes their life because of rejection, <br />I reach the wall of blame, it nearly drives me insane, <br />There's the house of broken will, that's where the souls are sealed, <br /> <br />We've all had our turn, some are just faster to return, <br />Many buy a home, and spend eternity alone, <br />I myself took a peek, but then I found what I seek, <br />These are my memories of the brokenheart cemtery. <br /> <br />Forever faithful <br />The Phantom<br /><br />Matthew Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brokenheart-cemetery/
