Dark Poems

Mourning

Sitting on the grave of the one I held close to my heart.

I finally gave up on the last bit of control over my soul.

Allowing my tears to flow out of my eyes like endless rivers of sorrow.

I held onto the white rose even if most of its petals already fell.

I held onto it even if I bled to death from the sharpness of its thorns.

I couldn't let go. I couldn't bring myself to believe that I lost my loved one.

I was in denial that the white rose in my dark world was now dead.

Just like a mother refusing to believe her child was gone. I refused to accept the bitter truth in front of me.

Murmuring under my breath that all this was a bad dream and I would soon wake up.

Days and nights went by. Yet I remained in front of the grave. Silently sobbing in pain and sorrow.

Wishing and hoping from the depths of my heart that I would wake up and everything will be back to normal.

But I knew it deep down, the one I loved to death died. The only good person in my life left.

The emptiness and hole present inside of me. A proof of the truth I refused to accept...