Mourning and the Morning

Like morning
Descends on us
Sends us on a course
Of finding life’s purpose
And to seek recourse
From the life giving source

Unlike the morning
Reaffirms loss
And then toss us
Down the abyss
Unending,  where bliss
Fades and hope dies

Not like the morning
Does not offer a clean slate
All our plans become too late
And we cannot anymore make our fate
It robs of our joy
Our strength we cannot deploy

Like the morning
Forces us to pause
Acknowledge our flaws
And offers a chance
To take a new stance
To live a life worthy of remembrance.


8 thoughts on “Mourning and the Morning

  1. The way you compared and contrasted these two words is amazing and quite deep too. I can relate on many levels. Your poems make sense die, nice one.


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