The clock ticks
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Though I hardly notice
the time pass by
Thoughts race through my mind
though refuse to be vocalized
A lump catches in my throat
when I try to speak
Instead, I sit and shake
and silently weep
I thought I had understood
what it's like to live with a broken heart
Sorrow following me everywhere I went
though gradually adding distance
But this...
There are no words
Not that I am aware
that would fit the turmoil
My heart is gone
it's torn to shreds
It stopped beating
as he took his last breath.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
PoetryThis section was written less than a month after my dad passed away.
