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Seeker72
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0 posted 2007-10-31 01:25 AM



MOURNING

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I feel one day the time will come to mourn my brothers passing

Ignorantly I thought I would mourn the passing of others in my family

So stupid of me to think I could outlive them

How ignorant to think I am so much more than they

For all I know my number has come up

The reaper making his way to cut my soul

Ticket in hand

Scythe at the ready

Family comes to mourn my passing

The passing of a man that thought he would outlive them all

Immortal within his mortal shell

No different to that of a child who thinks he can fly

As they dive from their ten story balcony onto the streets below

Ground rushing to meet them as the air is sucked from stunned lungs

Then darkness

You never hear their tears

Their hollow words

Why is it that when a person dies we only remember the good things?

No one mentions that they died owing him or her $50

Why is it we feel the need to place flowers around a room for a person that doesn’t know they are there?

Why do we speak in whispers?

Its not like they can hear you anymore

Mourn yes

Alter the memory good or bad and you fail in the very act you play out

Cry your tears mourn the loss

Don’t pretend the dead care for your kind words

They could care less

They have gone

Gone to better things I would like to think

Yet as every day grows cold I feel we are what we see

When death comes to cut me down I shall embrace the darkness

Caring little for what you do with me after I am gone

Mourn me

Curse me

I care not

For I am finally at peace

It is the living that should mourn for themselves

As some underpaid gravedigger fills in my pit

Or some spotty kid that was shown how to push the button just that morning sends me into Hell

They walk away without a care

The living walk with them mourning

Not for who I was, what I might have been or what they thought I had done with my life

They mourn for themselves

With the passing of every soul the living grasp the reality of life

That one-day we shall all die

That one day someone else will walk away from them, face full of tears

Hands clutching flowers someone had given them that morning

Faces blur as emotions run riot through the mind

With every passing soul

Reality slaps us in the face

We mourn not for those that have died

We miss them

We wish they didn’t have to die

Yet secretly are glad it was them instead of us

We mourn not for the dead

The flowers are there for us

The kind words to make us smile

The whispers for the others that know the truth

We mourn for ourselves

We mourn for our mortality

Our aging bodies

Failing that little more each day

As doors close to let the coffin burn

As the final shovel of dirt is laid

We walk away knowing we are no different

We walk away

To mourn


© Copyright 2007 Christopher Duncan - All Rights Reserved
Mystress May
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1 posted 2007-10-31 07:17 AM


Hey doll.... well written and I can vouch for the truth in it. In the place I work, this month an employee died (from a hit and run) and two employee's close relatives died soon after. I went to the wake of the employee and it was a new experience. I am from an Irish family (Polish on the other side) and in both cases the wakes are filled with joking and laughter as a way of coping with the pain. The employee that died was Portuguese though... the wake was very somber and filled with whispers and tears. It was a new experience for me and it made me extremely uncomfortable. And yes... that's the selfish side coming out again!

Our scars are the foundation for what we have become

blue face
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2 posted 2007-10-31 06:44 PM


Will put!
hope to read more
blue


Seeker72
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3 posted 2007-11-01 09:41 AM


Thank you both very much.

I never understood morbid funerals, I hope when I die everyone gets together, has a great laugh and drink loads.

moondogz
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4 posted 2007-11-03 04:04 PM


Jesus Seeker!!!!! Dude you are "WELDED" to your muse...that was mind altering. I am simply amazed at your talent...take a well deserved bow.
Mystress May
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5 posted 2007-11-03 11:54 PM


Moondogz... haha love the way you worded that.... 'welded to his muse'

so accurate.... so perfect

Seeker72
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6 posted 2007-11-04 07:49 PM


Thanks moondogz.

MM he does come out with some good saying, with your permission moondogz i would like to use the phrase if you wouldn't mind.

moondogz
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7 posted 2007-11-04 09:29 PM


hey Seeker, I'd say you earned the right to use that phrase...so yes go for it.
Seeker72
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8 posted 2007-11-05 10:59 AM


Thank you Sire.

Once completed I shall post on here.

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