I Hear the Mourning

I’m defeated, I’m pathetic. One step forward, two steps back. Ordinary circumstances change, A broken man longing to die. The stress passed for him, Now unto others. But life isn’t fair, Never has been never will be. I’ve heard the calling of the dead, I believe they want me amongst them. Would it be so bad, Another soul amongst the lost? I hear the mourning son, He is calling to me. I’ve never asked him of anything before, So where is he now that I needed him most. No answer, not even a no, Just ignoring my every plea. I’ve longed for death, It’s been a couple of weeks. To take my last breath, Something I continuously seek. I am alone now, A burden unto myself and others. Time doesn’t cure all, It only lessens the pain. Time doesn’t cure all, It just messes with the brain. I hear the mourning ones, Call out for me. I hear the mourning suns, Build their effigy. I hear the mourning shuns, Singing breathlessly.