Mourning
Days and nights blend into one
as I sit here in mourning.
over a lost soul.
My soul.
The cries in the distance
fail to sharpen my existance
and I wither away to nothing.
A wave washes over me-
an ocean of pain and fear
drown my laughter
and still I lie here in mourning
for a lost spirit.
My life sentence of loneliness
punishes me beyond belief,
and I shut my eyes in deperation.
Blocking out tomorrow,
and closing in an enemy.
My enemy.
M enemy is a flame burning inside me,
but to endure an enemy’s pain
is to surrender onto death row.
Expectations torture me
and my conscience suffers beyond belief
as I reflect my feelings into actions
and cry out in agony
as I realise what I’ve done;
I’ve taken away everything I’ve ever had...
