This poem is, yet again in the Doctors' points of view. They are visiting the graves of the people and animals who have died because of their experiments. I hope you like it!
The Graves
We walk through the grass
Tall and unkempt,
To a little cemetery
That's hidden from the light.
We look at the graves
Sullen and bare.
They display the mistakes
We had previously made.
The names are printed
Large and bold.
They represent the people
We meant to save.
We silently mourn for the deaths
We caused
And hope for a future
With an opposite end.
We bend to lay flowers,
Pretty and bright,
Over the graves,
That have been previously ignored.
We pray for their happiness,
Salvation and care.
And hope for forgiveness
For the dreams we have shattered.
We regret the choices,
Life-changing and hard.
But know that we must continue
On our rode of sacrifices.
We turn from the graves
Slowly and sad.
And head towards the lab,
Across the yard.
We sigh at the feelings of guilt,
Regret and sadness.
And prepare to conduct
Yet, another experiment.
