A bucket of light and darkness

The five stages of grief

In the dark, before I sleep,

I think about the burning heat,

The sensation I feel when I swallow my thoughts,

Forgetting my place, I seem to laugh.

When I finally find a way to be healing,

The darkness keeps dragging, occupating my feelings,

Pushing my down as it knows all my secrets,

It shows me its face;

Still, I can feel it.

So I hide,

I forgot what to say,

But then I scream for the help, and it stays away,

Suddenly the light is embracing my body,

While the darkness is whispering; "You have nobody".

But I don't listen,

I shut it out,

I don't care if it's hurting,

I want to get out,

I don't deserve this pain, nor these lies that I'm given,

I want to be free, not captured by the none living.

So I try again,

I keep on fighting,

I remember you saying; "It's okay to be a bit frightened"

I know that you're gone now,

I know I will someday be okay,

But really I'm sad that you couldn't just stay.