Unquiet Graves

Thanks so much, I had considered the effect you mentioned but I didn't think the audience I wrote for would have appreciated it.  Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, I am grateful :)

I would have to agree with Tod regarding the punctuation, especially the commas, as line breaks indicate pauses. Commas can disrupt the flow of reading like potholes dis-aligning a automobile.

Other than that I truly enjoyed the piece. It has a melancholy mood that I appreciate. Cemetery is one of my favorite places to shoot and garner energy with something to say. Good work.

Welcome to Deep Side.  

Thanks so much both and yes I agree :) the photo I took myself as I was researching my upcoming book which is an investigation of a ghost story.

Deep ! If this rhymed it would be amazing...

Thanks so much! :)

I really enjoyed this,
'And unmarked graves,
Cannot hide what shall not be forgotten.'

Even in death the unnamed are not forgotten...

Thank you so much for visiting my corner and reading my work :)

stark shadows of trepidation are cast upon your poem,
the unquiet that the interred seek to leave behind;
yet somehow, there is enchantment...

Thanks so much John, that is beautiful :)

To me, the poem focused on one's fear of his own demise and the fear of being forgotten,
having the graves scream the echo's of those who perished, but because they perished, I feel the graves are, finally, quiet.
Nice dark energy from the poem :)

Indeed...and although I've always been surrounded by death and speak with the undead, my own end is something I still very much fear. Like a ghost I am desperately trying to hold on to all that makes me feel alive.  I work many hours in solitude and live remotely, so perhaps I'm already a spectre.  But the only way to assert my existence is through the words I write in the hope of being remembered.  Forever...

Thanks so much for reading it and your comment.  Darkness does live within.