Quiet Mourning

Quiet mourning
Waiting for a sight
In the silence of the night
When I forget to be a mortal
Renouncing every earthy property
In my deep slumber of sorrow and despair
Forgetfulness is welcome in my heart
As long as I can breath

Quiet mourning
Like the one of a creature made of marble
In the middle of the wilderness
Abandoned to my fate
As nobody would dare to pay attention
As I become a wandering spirit of the night

As I dream, everything is surreal
And I own only my loneliness and misery
Having burnt every desire and expectation of mine
I get ready for my burial in the garden of disgrace

Having lost so much
Left with castles of sand and decay
I left illusions to guide me into the realm of deception

Wandering aimlessly
I didn’t find myself
I lost my heart being laid to rest in the graveyard of memories
I was dead
I had no desire to be among the mortals who betrayed and plundered me
With their ugly depravity and hideous horribleness

I deserted all of them
I fled the world of banality and deceit
Not interested anymore
I aimed to new realms and wisdom

Hovering among shadows and ghosts
I embraced my quiet mourning
My stillness that made of grief and distrust
Conscious that everything was destined for an end

Merit and prices were far away
As I was cast astray by the brutal chance
In the silent cemetery of lost hopes.
Lisa