I begin-
Wandering through the darkness,
trying to make a noise
Attempting to make a sound.
In the depths of despair,
I am to fear no evil,
but I still fear myself.
Unmoving, unheard,
I am forced to breathe.
Surrounded by everyone,
loved by none.
Tears pour down,
nothing.
Forgotten,
unsure,
unfound.
Can anyone hear
my desperate call?
Can anyone see
my world disappear?
Can anyone feel
my tears crashing down?
Can anyone tell,
my life is at the end?
Can anyone notice,
I
a m
s l i p p i n g
A
W
A
Y
?
No.
I am alone,
noticed by none.
I am alone,
only my thoughts.
My thoughts don't comfort,
only destroy.
My thoughts don't free,
only hold captive.
My thoughts flow,
hurting me more.
Falling down a trail,
never finding a way out.
Forgotten in the lonely forest-
no one to hear my call.
Stuck in darkness,
not wanting a way out.
Beginning to survive-
wanting to thrive.
A stumble through the woods,
brings me back.
I yearn for the day
I get to say...
I end.
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Waves of Grief
PoetryThere are more than just five feelings that people have when they are going through the grieving process after losing someone in any circumstance. The following is a collection of poems I've written to explore these other feelings. How you can hope...
