the weight of loss:
grief is a silent language
that only the broken speak,
a heaviness that fills your chest
when all you feel is weak.
its waking in the midnight
to reach for whos not there,
your hands clutching the emptiness,
your soul gasping for air.
its hearing their voice in echoes
that ricochet through your mind,
fragments of a past life
you can never leave behind.
grief is a relentless thief,
it steals without a sound,
taking joy and laughter,
burying them deep underground.
i try to hold on to their memory,
but it slips like sand through my hands,
the details blur, the edges fade,
and im left with empty strands.
i wish i could remember
the feel of their embrace,
but time is cruel and callous
and steals away their face.
im left with all the “what ifs,”
with “should have” and “could have” pain,
playing all the moments
ill never get again.
i scream into the darkness,
but theres nothing in reply,
just the deafening sound of absence,
and the question, “why, oh why?”
they tell me to move forward,
that the pain will someday ease,
but they dont know that grief is love
with no place left to breathe.
i carry them in pieces,
shards that cut me deep inside,
and id trade everything i have
to hold them one more time.
im lost in this endless mourning,
in the shadow of their death,
and every breath I’m taking
feels like a betrayal of their last breath.
so here i am, just standing
on the edge of whats been lost,
trying to find the meaning
in a world that counts the cost.
grief doesnt have an ending,
its a story without a close,
and the only thing thats certain
is how much i miss them so.
if youve known this kind of sorrow,
then youll know how deep it goes,
how grief is loves last echo,
that never lets you go.
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poetry
Poezjatrigger 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...
