Mourning

 

I am mourning the me

that lived yesterday,

he laughed, he sang,

he loved with honesty.

I’m mourning the me

that I used to be,

as today has been

born into misery.

I am mourning my dreams,

now extinguished and silent

from the tears that

have washed clear my eyes

from waking so violent into a day

where the sun sits

blanketed in grey

and my smile has strayed.

I’m mourning the passing of memories.

I’ll be strong and bounce back okay,

I’ll laugh again, I will sing,

and I’ll love with

more heart and more song,

but for today the sky is grey

and I may sit in silence,

my feelings and me