Morning

MORNING

I mourned for you
all of my life

I mourned while you
were still alive

For the prison you made for yourself
and in turn, for me

I mourned for the absence of laughter
I mourned for the tears you shed

For keeping blinders down
that shut the sun out

I mourned for the darkness
you chose to live within

I mourned for the lock
kept around your heart

I mourned for the black color
you wore most of your life

I mourned for the countless
dances you refused

For the thousand laughs
you denied

But if I mourn any longer
I will be just like you

— © Abraham Menashe