Mockery in Death

The stroll through the graveyard was a solemn experience
But I saw not the tombstones nor did I notice the names.
Every moment of the life lived just passed me by
All the successes, failures, adventures and thrills.
I knew not what meaning existence held
Or what was the meaning of moving forth.
The silence of the dead
Made cacophony of the living clearer.
The bones lay still and yet they moved me,
The perverseness of death at each step mocked me.
Freedom from pretention to live is what it showed me.
Although it was all silent outside my mind screamed in pain
It craved nothing but the silence of the grave.

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