Mourning Wednesday Morning

As the heavy clouds took over the mighty Sun,

As raindrops meddle with the works of the day,

So did the thoughts that took over the heart,

Meddling with the pursuit of Life.

 

Strange pain in the heart of unknown origin

Inconsolable weary,

Haunted by the past,

Blind in the reality,

And future’s dismay.

A beautiful Wednesday morning mourning as it looked,

Aided the tears

The tremor that it paved way to!

Oh! Birds start the soothing melodies

May it calm the nerves,

May it remedy the heart,

May it cast a spell,

Maybe I wake up alive in a harsh winter

Or maybe I wake up dead in springtime!