Ghostly Stones – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

Ancient stones of marble and granite,

barely upright over the souls they’ve known,

erected to remember, but more often forgotten,

faded by sun, stained by pollution and rain.

Their surfaces marred by time’s non-judgemental hand,

etched with memories, but barely still stand,

bearing witness to the ghosts of old,

anchored to bones six feet below.

These stones, once adored and polished to shine,

now weathered, cracked, and worn with time,

still scream for acknowledgements of those who’ve passed,

their presence lost, like whispers in the wind.

But their effigy remains, etched deep in stone,

a testament to the lives once known,

to the loves and losses, joys and tears,

of the souls who once walked here.

These stones may be forgotten by most,

but for those who listen, they still boast

of the echoes of the past, forever bound,

to these ancient marble and granite stones above ground.