grief is a wound, deep and jagged,
a knife twisted in my chest,
and when i think the bleeding stops,
it tears again, leaving me breathless.
i cradle the pain, try to nurse it,
but the wound has a life of its own,
it festers, grows, shifts its shape,
a cruel reminder that im never alone.
every moment of calm is a lie,
a whisper of peace thats ripped away,
for just when i think i can breathe,
the wound splits open, darker than day.
the edges widen, the pain sinks deeper,
a weight i cant carry, yet cant let go,
it changes, morphs, but never fades,
a shadow that clings, a constant woe.
grief is a wound that never mends,
a stab that cuts so deep,
i think the bleedings slowing down,
but the pain refuses sleep.
each day, i feel it scab and close,
a fleeting sense of peace,
but then the wound, it tears apart,
and the agony is released.
its not the same as it once was,
the edges shift and twist,
but every time i touch that scar,
its sharper than the first.
i think its healing, just in time,
but it only morphs and grows,
a gaping chasm in my chest,
where emptiness still flows.
the weight of it, it crushes down,
a burden i cant shake,
and every time i try to rise,
the ground beneath me breaks.
grief isnt something that just fades,
it doesnt slowly die,
its a shadow that changes form,
but it never says goodbye.
its a wound that never closes,
no matter how i pray,
a reminder of the love i lost,
thats with me every day.
so i carry it, this heavy grief,
a burden made of pain,
knowing that no matter what,
it will always remain.
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poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
