When you read about loss, it's a quick thing
It's there one second, over the next.
It's called "loss", as if it will lighten the blow
Like something that is gone for a little while
A day. Maybe a week
Like something that will come back
If you just search hard enough.
The word loss does nothing to encompass
The feelings, the crushing realization
The end of everything that you have ever known
The end of a mother
Someone you know will never come back.
No matter how much you look for them.
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
PoetryHere it is, people. You said you wanted poetry from me, so poetry. Bam. ^^; Thanks to @RestlessHamster for the cover, and for @hemophile for recommending her to me. Y'all are great.
