Random Stuff I've Written For the Fun of It

Dead Fast Food Parking Lots (Poem)

They used to say that the dead follow to the grave

Feet dragging not wanting

To leave a world in which there was vibrance and trouble

But they have to go because

Of some force

Not seen by

A woman sitting on her bed

Reading alone

Or a family torn apart by documents

Sitting for the last time

Together

In a fast food parking lot.

They also say the dead watch

From graves dug with love

Remorse

Or phantoms.

They want to see

The ones they loved

And who the ones they loved love

Because

In the end

The soul is too fragile a thing to be broken

And keeps clinging to the shadow of

A life

Left behind.