They laugh at me
Always
The angel
With her stone eyes
Granite smile
All that was
Hidden in a
Hollow cross
They wait for me
Shapes
A solemn maze
Dark shadows
Names etched in time
All that is
Raised expectation
Lonely dress
They stare at me
Tombstones
Silently rejoicing
Calling me across
I cannot listen
It’s time to pass
Look beyond
Into clear skies
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Written for Theme Thursday
Life From A Park Bench 
Wow. I really enjoyed this. From the angel’s perspective–very interesting read.
Looking beyond is sometimes the best option, especially when there are clear skies.
Beautifully done. Always best to find clarity in clear skies.
Yes, this is an interesting perspective and I like how you wrote it. Sometimes when I see old things I wonder about how they looked when they were brand new. It is almost like looking at pictures of us when we were young and now to see ourselves as we have grown older. I think that things are lucky in that they can be restored sometimes to their former glory or at least near to it, but we alas cannot. We have to accept the fact that we change and there is no going back. So it is good to always look forward.
Thanks for sharing such an interesting poem with us for this weeks Theme Thursday. Hope you have a weekend that is renewing for your thoughts and energy.
God bless.
scary stuff