Mourning Comes

When the mourning comes,

All you see is gray.

Shaded faces and faded places.

I look away from the light

Because when the mourning comes,

I welcome the darkness.

He died,

I cried,

Because now he’s gone forever.

She lied,

He sighed,

His last breath in bad weather.

When the mourning comes,

I welcome the pain.

It’s the only thing I feel anyway.

Thank god it doesn’t stay for long,

Sometimes.

 

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