By Rio McKee
She finds comfort among the dead.
Stories untold surround her.
She whispers her secrets,
knowing they will remain so.
Lips moving silently, she mouths
the names, imagining their faces.
Peace fills her as she lays
across the tombs of the unknown.
Cover me with your presence, she sighs.
Sometimes she sleeps, for in this place
her unconscious thoughts are protected
from the torment that awaits.
These moments stay locked inside her,
for most of the living would never understand.
They provide no comfort.
Here she will walk, with fresh flowers and peace,
among those who she resolves will not be forgotten.