Just Another Name on a Stone

The dead wind blows my hair,
While I walk,
Wonder why and stare.
Why did these people disappear,
That is my biggest fear.
I glance at the names upon the stone,
Thinking all that's lying there is bone.
Will I wind up this way,
People staring at my grave.


my friend and i wrote this poem together.i thought i'd mention this because she deserves credit for it too