Mourning Shores
May This Struggle Grant Me Kindness
Assuage me of this one thing
Belie his memory if you must, because I
Cannot bare the burden to grieve someone who was a
Good man.
Everything hits all at once, the Universe has declared
"Fuck your attempts at a productive New Year."
Gather up all your imaginary spoons, the IOUs of their ghosts
Heavy is the heart which mourns beyond itself
I cannot stop the second hand grief
Just for a moment, in this stage of denial, can we pretend that we
Knew nothing of him?
Lambast our minds when we think a kind thought?
Maybe that is who he really was
Nobody who we should mourn, and yet --
Oh God, how that hurt to even type.
Please forgive the transgression, I really do know that he was a
Quality sort of person.
Reality is painful when it sets in, like the
Sting of a blood draw when the phlebotomist punctures through the vein
Transcranial shockwaves that awaken you in the night with a jolt.
Until the ache subsides, until the stab wound closes
Vast oceans of tears and memories and rage and sorrow
Whip around in the Aether
Xebec ship, carry me safely over this river Styx
Your embrace will protect me on the journey to this
Zenith of peace, where all cataclysms shall end.
About the Creator
S. C. Almanzar
I am a graduate student studying anthropology and have been writing creatively for almost 20 years. I love new takes on alternative history, especially when there are fantasy or supernatural elements included.
Comments (1)
I loved this, SC! "Heavy is the heart which mourns beyond itself I cannot stop the second hand grief" Wonderfully done!