Burial Ground

The way I’ve lost
Is now behind.
Smoke of charred ruins
Shapes the time.
I hide a sight
To see no shades
With scary light
In this burnt wood.
Every step
Will make a trace
On the fields of ash
And maimed grace.
Crawling in dust
To suffer the pain.
The maggot of ease
In agony chain.
We are walking down
To the burial ground
Of the fair hearts
Which burnt to ash.
Hand in hand
To be an aliens here
Among the ghostly shadows
Locked in empty sphere.