Mourning Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Mourning



Men call this mourning
But, it is the morning
Of the first day without you

The Morning
Of the rest of my days
With your company away
The morning of your company
With crystals and flowers

The Morning
Of you at peace
And me in grief
Let's say; A Terrible Mourning Morning

(The Cub To The Seven Gods)
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So often in life does one's greatest love evolve into ones greatest sorrow; So they say, So I feel...
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David Wood 26 December 2020

Loss is that great tragedy of life, I have been there too. I hope that your friends are true and come when needed. We never lose the love but time does help heal a wounded heart.

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