I've cried in the darkness,
I've cried in a shop.
Worn sunglasses on gloomy days,
Noticed people look and stop.
Caught myself in a mirror,
didn't recognise what I'd see.
Grief took my personality, walking numb, not really me.
The ground felt soft when walking,
felt like I'm sinking in.
Shaking hands without control,
like I'm guilty of something.
Unexpectedly it gets me,
unanswered questions linger still.
What if this, what if that,
words swirl round my head.
Waking up from dreaming,
that you are still around.
The house is deathly quiet, I
choke on tears, I don't make a sound.
I felt like I was dying, membranes ravaged, hard to breathe.
Panic is the worst thing,
where I daren't fall back asleep.
Now days feel much better,
most days I am just me.
I don't want to forget about it,
but grief punishes endlessly.
It's easier as time passes,
things dissappear bit by bit.
But I fear the fear of breaking,
It's hard, you can't stop it.
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Happier a little sad.
PoesieThe book title poem, happier a little sad is a reflection of when find that if I am totally carefree, which isn't very often! That I do not get any inspiration for writing poetry. I wrote this poem that explains it. *********************************...
