I mourn…

For the parts amiss in my body, soul and mind.

I mourn…

For losing Blake's body divine,

For the bloodshed and tears,

The innocence that left me behind,

These gaping wounds and hollow eyes,

And this emptiness inside,

My deafening silence.

The omnipresent screams unheard,

This myopic haze,

Words that can't be unsaid,

The worlds set ablaze.

Did they feel this despair?

This violent need to

I sat inside and mourned –

Mourned and pondered –

Pondered till I cried.