Mourn

Lonely is the room the bed is made...

Mourn

What’s the matter?

Is everything okay?

They ask me

I’m not okay, but I say I am

It’s just easier that way

To lie

To live a Lie

Day after day

My heart grieves

Every thought is either of her or leads to her

But how do I mourn something that hasn’t died?

How do I move away from the thoughts that follow me constantly?

I long for a release from this

Maybe it’s best not to lament

For I can’t mourn for something that never existed

Author's Note

Pray, tell...

Reviews

[Nienor Niniel]

It really is easier just to say "'Course I'm fine!", especially when the actual answer is deeply personal.
Then the heart contradicts the mouth.
Then the mind contradicts the heart, with questions like that in the second stanza.
Then one has not only misery but also doubt, each feeding upon the other.

[Though everyone knows what F.I.N.E. stands for ;)]

[So Ensnared Truth]

Thanks for the review, Nienor. I like your thoughts on the heart and mind.