Dear grandma,
I thought I would not have to write this letter
for I thought things would get better.
But after 4 years,
I still feel as though I am thirteen.
After 4 years,
I still hear you scream.
Why do you scream?
No one screams when they are in Heaven.
Is Heaven not what it seems?
Mother does not take me seriously
when I say I hear you scream...
But,
She has never felt like my mother...
And she does not see my dreams.
I know those are dreams.
Nothing more than twisted moonbeams.
I know the angels cried
when you left, when you died.
As pearlescent light fell from the sky,
Opalescent tears fell from my eyes.
They continue to do so
until I see you again,
until my soul is no longer full of woe,
until I finally end.
Love your granddaughter,
A.L.J.L
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Poems of Gothic Love, Tragedy, and More
PoetryGothic poems mostly about love but also about tragedy, death, and sometimes about wanting to be a vampire and a ghost. Please check out "Opalescent Cosmos" by moi. Please enjoy and feel free to add any critiques (please be respectful). Thank you!
