My book of Poems

Grief

A women dancing with her grief.
Struggling to try with her beliefs.
Trying to hold on what she holds dear.
Fighting back all of her tears.
Her memory attacking her like tidal waves.
Making her remember that day.
All she could see is red and white.
And how pale he was in the light.
The death of her love struck her hard.
Which caused her scars.
But the tragic death of her world,
For it was her who sent him to the underworld.
Forced to stab her one true love,
And had fallen down due to her shove.
Oh how could she live with the guilt.
Being forced to destroy what they built.
The demon that forced her,
Caused all this to occur.
The scarlet red which ruined the white.
He was my light.
I was the one to take out his fire.
Which kills my desire.
I don't want to live without him.
I can't...
I can't...
I can't live with this guilt!
I just can't.
I am tired of life.
There is only one way to make things right.
I can end it all with just one slash.
And turn all of this into mere ash.