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Good Mourning
by
T L Taylor
I mourn
for that which has never been;
for that which can never be.
I am not worthy, I am not good enough.
The love of one such as you: so good, so pure -
an angel, cannot be mine.
For even the goodness that emanates,
the light that shines from within you
cannot break the shield of darkness
that surrounds my heart, my soul.
I am filth, a stain, a blight
that cannot be cleansed.
So I mourn: for you, for me -
you cannot ease my pain.
I can only give it to you,
and darkness would envelope all.
Dare not feel for me, grieve for me
lest my good mourning be for naught.
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