The Sensory Poem

I see tears falling as the smell of flowers 

blooming, 

I hear cries for hope but the coldness takes 

home. 

I touched the grass hoping for answers 

but all I got was just the feeling of air. 

Home was a place people loved 

but now it’s just a place people lost.

Missing someone can be sad but

you understand it’s for a cause.

I see many graves 

but one has my attention.

People come and go

That’s a part of life we can’t control.