When the grief came
It was a building
A skyscraper bearing its weight on my chest
I couldn’t breathe
With its mass
And eventually everything went black
When the grief grew smaller
I awoke with a brick on my breast
Red and dense it took over my center
But I could breathe with labored lungs
And my mind was able to censor
Out most of its power
When the grief wouldn’t leave
I carried it around in my pocket
Heavy and awkward
It took over most of my outfit
When the grief was forgotten however
I moved on with my life
But the brick always had a place to hide
Wrapped in a fabric made of guilt
Sewn by Father time
Saying he’s just doing his job
But never paying for his crimes
Of reminding me of when the grief first came
How this building, this brick
Still weighs the same
Even after all this time
It still bears my name
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When the Grief Came
PoetryA poem about the death of who you used to be and how you can't ever leave it behind
