The Burial Ground

you

of all people see through 

what's left of me a remnant

of too many lives to remember

a pen low on ink irritates you

to no end  you press harder

toss it before it 

drives you to madness

but you keep it in a drawer

with the tarnished medals of saints

crushed overflowing with all

the other used unused things

buried in a drawer now

too full to

close

JPPestana

The Burial Ground

2.14.2022