Do Not Mourn Me

My blood boils
My skin writhes
If I don't fight
Mother told me

Don not fight son, so the light comes son
In the night before the dark sun
We unite, son, before the Lord's son
We become the sunlight

But mother only when I fight I feel that I can be more than myself
Only when I fly with my fist up
I feel I am more than my form
Do not mourn when I'm gone

Do not mourn me when I'm gone
I am far tomorrow
I am not in town
I am in wrath tomorrow
I am at war tomorrow
I am in scorn tomorrow
I am at it raw tomorrow
Do not mourn me tomorrow
Because I am not your son tomorrow

Reviews

[MeratheRestless]

A difficult journey made simple yet powerful.

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt a sad journey in your words. You led the reader to final place and final goodbye. The tone of the poem. Lonely and sad. Thank you Winter for sharing the powerful poetry.
Coyote