The way I grip my shirt
Proves how much it did hurt.
As my hand collapses onto my chest
It immediately travels west.
Sometimes I do not even feel my own heart
Because of how the pieces from each other are apart.
I can't reach onto myself
She must repair herself.
But as now, she is not in a good condition.
The grief has awoken, it has once again risen.
I don't really know how much longer
I can pull her, the pain creeps from every corner.
Will God ever tear us apart?
I really can't wait to depart.
It tires my soul
And it's starting to eat me whole.
I wish I would be able to be detached
From the trap into which I have been caught.
I would separate my body
But things would just get bloody.
I just try to bare, I try to go
Even though, every person I meet on the way turns out to be a foe.
And I start to believe
I'm here just to be deceived.
Humans would tear me away
Especially the one I met in previous may.
Only because I happened to be lost
They used the fact my heart was exposed.
Breaking my trust,
Just out of lust.
Leaving me with those disgusting scars
And the only thing capable of healing them are stars.
That's why I beg,
That's why I want God to cut my neck.
I know I won't be able to survive
If I don't even feel alive.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes of a Shattered Connection
PoetryNavigating the Path from Love to Loss is not in our control. No matter what we could try to do, there is only a slim chance we could actually change love's will and favourites. Love is mainly about grieving. And grief is a huge part of our life, it...
