The Art of Mouring
The Art of Mourning
By Kymley
Written for Love Bingo
Prompt - Mourning
Summary: Another attempt at poetry.
The news hits hard
Harder than it should
Harder than you expected it to
You are frozen but somehow still moving
Then it hits you like a tornado on a summer day
Wherever you are; whatever you are doing
You break
The outside looks in; they see you but can’t really see anything
They see a person, a child, cry, shaking with emotion
They look on uncomfortable
You wipe your eyes and hold your head high, shoulders tall, back straight
Knowing this isn’t the place or the time
You are alone and you let the grief in
But it doesn’t feel real
How did it happen, how are they gone, are the really gone
Question racing through your mind
Once the racing has slowed
The truth comes creeping in
That they are gone, that they always were
It’s the memories that keep them alive
By Kymley
Written for Love Bingo
Prompt - Mourning
Summary: Another attempt at poetry.
The news hits hard
Harder than it should
Harder than you expected it to
You are frozen but somehow still moving
Then it hits you like a tornado on a summer day
Wherever you are; whatever you are doing
You break
The outside looks in; they see you but can’t really see anything
They see a person, a child, cry, shaking with emotion
They look on uncomfortable
You wipe your eyes and hold your head high, shoulders tall, back straight
Knowing this isn’t the place or the time
You are alone and you let the grief in
But it doesn’t feel real
How did it happen, how are they gone, are the really gone
Question racing through your mind
Once the racing has slowed
The truth comes creeping in
That they are gone, that they always were
It’s the memories that keep them alive