A Short-Short Story – I was born to mourn…-

27 Feb


I was born to mourn…

My world is like a grain of sand upon the shores of time, changing, ever changing, and then washed out into the sea of life.  Infinity is in my soul, eternity floats upon the clouds of heavenly moments.  My hours caged, my spirit angered at the thoughts of those who have walked away from my gate.  My feet have left their mark upon the sands of time, waves of tears have splashed upon the rocky cliff that bares scars of what I have lost, and my mind wanders the caverns of the past.  A mother’s grief screams into the endless nights leaving scars upon a heart that is already torn and ragged. 


Words of doubt have poisoned my faith, the days are winding down, and I was born to mourn. 





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10 responses to “A Short-Short Story – I was born to mourn…-

  1. Patrice

    February 27, 2017 at 4:50 pm

    So sad. My heart aches from your words

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  2. Carl D'Agostino

    February 27, 2017 at 9:33 pm

    Reminds of the ancient Aztecs that called a child’s birth the first days in the child’s march to death.
    but from what I understand this was not mournful but a celebration of mortality as part of the household of humanity. Hard for me to comprehend but I suppose you have to be born to die.

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    • elizabeth ann johnson-murphree

      February 28, 2017 at 5:27 am

      Thank you for the comment Carl…yes, die and mourn; there is happiness too. But alas, this is just a story.


  3. Bernadette

    February 28, 2017 at 2:17 am

    A very tragic piece of writing.

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  4. sedge808

    February 28, 2017 at 2:44 am


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