Mourning
In the first week of December
The winter was cold and bitter
I stepped into the night and shivered and moaned
Enraptured by the wind and the vast unknown
In the corners of my fragile mind
I misplaced all sense of space and time
Grief had contaminated me and memorized my name
Allowing me my one possession of an old picture frame
I was stocked with regret and incessant pain
Slowing becoming a man who was controlled by guilt and blame
I was enclosed in midnight’s effortless glory
Then I realized, I had lost all traces of joy
For the moon, the stars, and the weeping willow trees
I wished away their gleeful wonders far from me
Desperately searching for the correct code
To release me from the winter's grip and hold
Once the air blew out the warmth from my inner flickering flame
Who I used to be said “I would never be the same”.
As I gazed upon the daunting moon
I felt like a rose without scent that would never bloom
As the darkness ravished and drowned me
I asked the moon what is it you see?
Without an instant reply, anger creeped in instantly
Taunting me such thievery while entombing me completely
As I pleaded with the sky to tell me why
It still haunts me with its’ sweet lullaby
Becoming a heart of a poet without reason or rhyme
Surrounded by blank pages that words will never find
The sky just resonated with such bright light
Sealing its' lips with all its' might
Without vision and without air
My soul, my heart separated and leaving only pieces of grand despair
Enraptured with pain and such disbelief
My heart said aloud, "I am starting to bleed."
As the night said its’ final goodbye
Tears flowed like a river from oceanic blue eyes
The questions I sought that were once concealed
Raised their curtains displaying answers that were finally revealed
As the sun rose above the trees
I asked the sun “how could this be?”
The sun just sighed and took my hand
Telling of tales of a faraway land
He told of a friendship I held so dear
And one day the reasoning would be so clear
The sun shone bright now, it was a sight indeed
The sun then gifted me the strength I will forever need
The sun then said “now is the time”
To showcase the strength I possess in my weary heart and mind
Loosening the grip on the tarnished picture frame
I felt the spark that ignited my soul's missing flame
To say goodbye to the greatest friend I have ever known
This photograph of us I place on your glistening gray stone
Copyright © Will Overstreet | Year Posted 2017
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