Reflections Of The Grave

I saw them die in a reflection,

Gently sleeping atop the lake.



I witnessed the horrible vision,

My cold stare I could not break.



I witnessed the sheer horror

Tuning out their endless screams.



I still see those grim faces

Within a twisted dream.



Broke the rail

Trapped in a cast iron jail,

Like a ship without sails.



I Walked their grave yard for 20 years,

Hoping they see I'm here

To plead and ask for forgiveness.



Now I'm on a bench all alone,

The birds have flown,

A true coward has shown.



The sun that used to sleep,

Lazily upon this wretched keep



Now shaded out by towering trees,

This place is the end of grief.



Faded and lost are the words,

Etched on their headstone.



If bones could talk,

Get up and walk,

Right out to the sea.



From out underneath

The unkempt sheath,

Of these deciduous trees.



Returning to beauty of sunlight and the allure

Of the world we can see.



Or would they return to the Earth,

Give up their ghost

And cease to be?



How fast it seemed that time has past,

Stuck inside this iron caste.



Ripped the hinges from my life

It closes when I say at last.



Separation of time by knife

Tossed away what’s gone so fast.



For in this time we'll truly see,

It only takes iniquity,

In order for eyes to pleasantly

Compare and contrast.



What’s always meant so much to me

Is greed and bigotry,

No longer do they last.



For sitting beneath some rotting soil

Dust will settle

Remains will boil.



I want to Rest In Peace

I want to save the human race



One person at a time

One soul with one face.



I returned to that lake after 50 years,

Forgiveness comes

The clouds will clear.



This time around I will be the savior

I wont let fear, interfere.







((Interpretation)) This is just a story/poem idea I came up with... I witnessed a horrible accident. A car broke from a bridge and submerged its victims and in the fear of being helpless and unable to do anything I did exactly what I told myself I could do.... nothing. I later visited their grave haunted by my inadequacy to even try my best. For life to the graveyard this place is the end of pain.  There are words to remember but not even stone can hold their true value forever. If those victims could walk from the grave and live again they would be enjoying life and its beauty. Or they may of not been happy with the gift of life and choose to return to the void of death. Who knows...I did not know them but my decision to not help them comes from being unable to separate what I can do and what I should do. I’ve forgot so much time that has passed and I’ve buried  it because this has happened before but in a different situation. It takes a crash of a car, or a evil doing, or lesson to realize how little you have done for others. I used to feel no shame in looking out for only myself but now I see the results of my actions in the lives of others I could of saved. I cant let inadequacy interfere with what I should do.