Graveyard

I have found a grave,

Lying on corners of a floor,

placed on a chair ,

where the dead committed suicide or died.

A grave of ideas, choices,

Grave of someone's soul,

Which died fighting for its existence,

And suppressed by many.

Many factors like Economical condition,

Parental pressure, peer pressure,

The fear of stability and most of all,

The doubt in one's capabilities.

It sounds rhetorical, and repetitive tale,

people just leave their passion and dreams,

just stale and pale,and then roam around,

head in their graves.

This graveyard can be found anywhere,

and these graves are increasing over and over,

it starts with a chain of events,

leading to choking the person to its death