Friday, March 3, 2017

Mourning

Mourning,

Blessed yet cursed with the horrendous job
of dwelling on the memories of purity 
woven into a lattice of grief. 

Placed upon a web of pearls and wire, doused
in reflective light that glares onto the walls
filling each surface with patterns. 

Each breath taken is heavy and pained, yet 
brings the lungs euphoria and the sense 
of purity.

Your heart burns, 
with each thump, throb and pulse bringing 
a light crackle to the ear.

Doused in salt and anguish, 
drenched in tears and fear. 

A hunger to devour ones own heart 
develops, it grows like a cancer. 

Left with nothing but

Mourning.

 

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

This story has a really nice use of vocabulary. I also love the detail in every paragraph. Well done!

Anonymous said...

I'm honestly speechless. This poem has such amazing vocabulary and I just think it's great.

Anonymous said...

This blog really made me think. Mourning is such a private and personal emotion.....

Anonymous said...

That poem was so deep and engaging. I truly feel sorry for whoever it is in mourning.

Anonymous said...

I like how you talk about how your morning gos! great job! Is there a second part?

Anonymous said...

This poem was deep. Make more of these.

Anonymous said...

Wow, I don't know what to say other that you did an amazing job with making everything make sense. Great job and never stop making wonderful poems like this!

Ms. Spengler said...

I love seeing how this changed from the first version to this final one.

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