Year of the Mourning

A subtle slit to my throat,
A numb silence steals my words
This is for you; in my heart you lie
Your legacy will never die

Swallowed in a whale of perturbed woe
We are living in a delusional vertigo,
Distressed with too many things to know
And your pitying eyes survey below

This is a dedication to the dead,
For the cherished lives that they led
Diamonds are forever, and diamonds they were
Diamonds they remain as the years tread

This is the year of the Mourning
I’ll promise to live my life for you
Your lost years will be spent through me
We will continue your legacy

This is for the good that died pretty and young
The wretched ache that renders us wrung
This is for the alternative endings that we dream
This is for the ugly truths too morose to be what they seem

I wonder if you see the sight,
From hallowed perspectives in hallowed heights
Leave behind trinkets and clues
Leave us, pitied, to ponder and muse

This is the year of the Mourning
Phantom ears heed our lament
Frustration and misery left to pent
Agony and grievance begin to ferment

Depress an influence from your wraith
To live hard, to pursue ambitions, to keep the faith
Irreplaceable holes gouged in our lives,
Black holes sucking us in suspending time and space

I cannot find the strength to bear more cries
The Red Sea a torrent surging out my eyes
The inevitable came unexpected and fateful
Irony past sarcastic humor and towards hateful

11:11 carves new meaning as I take a fleeting glance
You watch as I closed my eyes to gamble a chance
And if you want to hear the sad truth
Was it childish that I wished for you?

A breach forms between you and I
Fabled, enigmatic lands further on lie
Connections are only temporarily severed
And meanwhile you will always be remembered