Mornings Of Mourning Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

Repeatedly,
I feel chained by this waking-up routine of agony,
I was haunted by my nightmares,
Watching you leave me behind
Because of my selfish desires,
But the mourning lasts until morning
At the very point where the Sun's rays meet my unwilling eyes,
Unwilling to open and fight for another day
To carry the excruciating pain inside this wounded heart.

Waking up without you by my side
Leaves me with no purpose and strength,
I can barely hear my heartbeats.
Banging my head with my pillow,
Covering my face with my thin blue blanket
As I try to hide from the mourning of every morning
That it was my selfish desires
That pushed you away from me.

Searching for the pieces of my broken heart
Under my two pillows and blanket,
I have found a picture of you and me, instead,
Sitting with a cup of coffee and your favorite Tasty bread
As we take our breakfast beside my bed.
Tears run down slowly from my cheeks
Down to the old memories of us in this picture
That we took from a sweet morning
That now keeps bringing me
to these eternal mornings of mourning.