Good Mourning
Location
Papua New Guinea
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Oh what a
fog I glimpsed today;
in a peculiar way,
it steamily lay.
It seemed to say
“hello” and “hey”
and depraved the morning day
of its fresh ache,
suspending heartbreak
in midair
as I lay awake,
ready to take
what daybreak had to make,
(its own heartache).
Hindered by its sheer spray,
trembling soulquakes,
shuttering waves in its wake,
to effortlessly overtake
the clouds in our eyes.
Its hazy ice
forcing a disguise
of a peeping sunrise,
failed attempts to dry our eyes,
with crisp blankets
that cover our skies,
waving away
the mourning day.
This poem is about:
Me