No, I am not mourning. Neither am I sad. I have just been writing poems rather randomly recently, in the sense that I just simply allow myself to write whatever comes to my mind as my pen hovers over the paper. So, this is what my mind came up with today. ^_^
Mourning
What can we
be,
but waywards ones
sifting through
years
of loss
if we continue
in this way?
Shaky memories,
torn battles,
and fallen loved ones
try to part,
to breathe a final farewell,
but are siftly
ensnared
by mourning souls.
Why can we not set ourselves
free
from the prisoners
we hold?
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