The Big Book of Poems

I Lean into the Candle

When you know someone with a young mum life can be hard anyway , but imagine then losing that parent to a heart attack aged mid thirties- it's terrifyingly real. I was left to console the girl she left behind - it was an extremely hard thing to do.

I Lean into the candle

Unsure of what to say

I lean into my thoughts

Not letting them run away

My steady gaze scans the room

Sudden , sharp , impending doom

Eyes and ears , peeled and pricked

I'm still wondering what to say

I wonder "would condolences help?"

I disagree

Not today

The poison does not help you see

I can't say owt

Ur silent plea

Release me from this binding

Because I have to speak

I don't know what to say you see

I've forgotten , the futures bleak

My voice is failing me

My mind won't work

My wit is glitching

For a few words I search

I don't know what to say you see

I don't know how death works