Seeking Peace

Rain dampened streets

reflect the lights

as I walk along 

the well worn paths.

In the air, a mist

surrounds my every step

as I pass the dark church

its steeple shrouded

fog its burial cloth

mournful sounding

bells calling the dead

to arise from their slumber.

While the living

huddle in fear

of a want too deep 

they cannot name

their cries muffled

as they search 

for that which they lack

a peace buried 

deep in the catacombs 

of a haunted past.

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