I want to be held by her
To know that she's safe
I still miss her presence
But the tears won't bring her backThe longing for hugs from her
Is just a cruel reminder
She's gone, she has been since I was seven
I still miss her like it happened yesterdayI didn't know how to cry
Out of sadness and longing
For her to still be here
When her viewing cameI remember saying she didn't look the same
She was skinny like a stick before
But on that day her body was bloated
I didn't understandAnd now my grandmother passed away
The one person I wish could hold me can't
I wish those deaths were a nightmare
But they weren'tThey are part of my reality
Of having to move on
Even though people I know will die
And leave the world behindJust a little more hopeless
And lifeless
Enveloped in a slow
Thickening darkness
YOU ARE READING
reality
PoetryMe venting through poetry on the rough days I have. Lets see how many times I'll unpublish and republish this book at random.