Sonnet Sunday’s: Inevitable
A
grove of weeping willows in decay
The
impending doom fills all with dismay
Guarded
by an ominous black steel gate
It
definitely knows no time or date
Always
gloomy is this foreboding place
Such
a relief to see an angel’s face
From
a distance, they’re imperceptible
You’re
welcome, for all are acceptable
You
can always find the ones you’re seeking
Silence
is golden for no one’s speaking
Knowledge
coming from the deep impressions
None
holding onto worldly possessions
All
shapes and sizes with the marbled mark
Remember
to leave before it gets dark
Some
visitors are often heard sobbing
While
the other choose to do some robbing
The
residents never have grunts or groans
One
day you’ll be in this garden of stones

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