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.