assigned to mourn the death of a stranger

the sadness forms

without real reason

and i begin to wonder

if i have been

assigned to mourn the death of a stranger

i was unaware existed

yet had no loved ones

to mourn him themselves

so instead i get his pebbles

as if he is a penguin

courting me

except i do not know him

i just grieve for him

nurturing his rocks

into boulders

rocks labeled guilt

and regret

and other emotions

that live inside

the damp room

surrounded by my ribcage

and i swallow the stone

that has swelled into boulders

and the boulders rise

clothed in moss

which scrubs my throat

clean of the words i cannot say

shaping them into the epitaph

of the headstone i did not know

i was creating

i cannot help but wonder

if the stranger i find myself mourning

is perhaps not a stranger at all

perhaps the stranger is me

and it is my own death i mourn

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the twist of words and thoughts
"i cannot help but wonder
if the stranger i find myself mourning
is perhaps not a stranger at all
perhaps the stranger is me
and it is my own death i mourn"
The above lines left the reader with something to think about. The goal of the writer. Thank you Alexzandera for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote