She sees and hears each darkening void
forming within herself a hole,
remaining there as each moment
briefs by in a hurry.
She knows life cannot be lived twice
yet hers she hasn’t even lived once.
She feels madness all over,
in her bones, in each moment she lives,
each breath she becomes;
Madness,
in each waking second she spends sober.
But she knows,
Madness is not but hers
Each life she has lived
which remains unlived.
_hira
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Grief too is Melodic
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, feelings and emotions, love and loss. Written with the intention that it may give voice to the thoughts that hold you hostage, thoughts that remain a distant hum to your grief. Written with the intention that you r...
