Grief,
A poison,
I feel it spreading in my vains,
Reaching for my heart,
Invisible hands grasps my wrists and hold me down,
I can't get up,
The sadness,
It overwhelms me,
All the memories of someone I'll never see again.
I look forward to sleeping,
Because I always see you,
And I'm happy,
And life is good.
Until,
I open my eyes,
And reality sets in,
A tear slides down my cheek,
And my routine is set back into motion again.
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Poetry• For those with invisible wounds • For those with rushed childhoods • For those with forgotten memories • For the trauma • For those that dream • For those that lost someone important • For the selfless • For those with plastered smiles • for t...
