Ever thought to yourself about all those people who sit in their graves with no one left to visit them.I have ,so I wrote you guys this poem. It's my first so give me advice where possible.
Inspired by Emilie Autumn and the souls who are now lonely in their graves.
You're still loved and were never forgotten.
Beautiful souls of the long lost dead
Not in heart or in head
Forgotten with time's exposure
I'm here to give you closure
War heroes who fought fought all their life
Dodging bullet and the knife
Left alone in the ground to corrode
Now lifeless, gone and old
Media's biggest stories, now used and done
The murder and murdered with compassion now none
You shed tears for them now so sadly
But in months or years would you care so badly?
So I write this poem to the out of mind and say the truth
Even if it's mean or uncouth
That even with all you've gotten
It's likely you'll be forgotten.