walking the graveyard

Those years long gone

As a young teenager walking for short cut

I had to pass the graveyard to cross over the other side

Even in the day time I could feel the watching eyes

Every time I tried to walk up the slope

Both sides covered with trees and shrubs

It was that feeling pricking my neck

Thinking of the dead looking at the tombstones

Those years long gone

I didn't think of kidnapping or robbery

All I thought was the short cut to visit my aunty

Had my lunch and a cup of water

One day as I walked through

I saw an open grave with skeleton

I stopped for a while thinking hard

To move or to run away

I decided to run up the slope

:Puffing hard until I reached the other road

The next trip I skipped it altogether

No more short cut walking the graveyard