A Mourning In The Darkness

The air hangs cold and low

Clutching my shoulder blades

I'm a slave to darkness

A prisoner trapped under

The midnight sky

An abyss of silence

Ringing throughout the world 

My footsteps pound on the cobblestone path

My breath lies short and in whisp'

Untangling the rusted gate chain 

I smoothen my path

I hear the croaking of frogs

The hymns of crickets

Tombstones lie symmetrically 

The cemetery

Abandoned are we

Buried without a purpose

Feeling only accepted

To wander through night's valley

A world

Opposite to happiness

A world devoted into eternal quests and

Never answered questions 

I lie by your gravestone

I see the roses still intact

Perched around you

I remember that windy fall day

I left them there

Never turning back

Swallowing the pain vigoursly

I hoped the sorrow would fade 

But only now it returns

A yearnful dream lies unquenched

In soil that shall never again see daylight

I focus on the dead rose

discolored, hardened, and powdered

How much in common are we

With a rose the only thing that is left is 

A shell a memory of once was

And all that remains is the wrapper