𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

the four year funeral began in autumn

under a punishing sun

a scorching, blazing end to our fun

a fire to expire all that held on

housing demons who whispered

hold faith, you’re not done

.

the four year funeral ended this year

under thick rain and cloud

beneath a heavy, salt crusted shroud

soaked in weighted grief

that I finally exchanged

for the sweet river of relief

.

Naked

I stepped into iced waters

with the knowing I am neither your lover nor daughter

your funeral has been my darkest mourning

yet you were just one of many

to abandon without warning

.

the four year funeral became my rebirth

where from your ashes

I foraged my self worth

finally I allowed all hope to die

and with no more tears

I said my final goodbye