Waiting for you to be here. For him. For us. For me. I stare. A reflection of my apathy. My soul an empty cavity cut by torrents raging too long. And it feels like you’re long gone. I’m on time borrowed and unwanted. Abandoned to live in the shadow of death in sorrow upon sorrow.…
Chaos. Unrest. The enemies of peace and unwanted guests in my mind. Please cease! They suffocates and bury, accomplices invisible. But I’m too blind to see them because I’m trying be visible. Unbreaking clouds of confusion covering my view of the conclusion of things I wish were untrue. Death, too soon, has clinched your daughter,…
A sweet breeze sways the trees but it’s a dry and barren desert inside me. I’m infected by with a disease that despite my unease, I can’t appease. Flowers bloom, even the moon is new, but inside I’m black and blue— scars and wounds like tattoos I wish were untrue. Wash away with shampoo. I…
To say that you have gained something from my suffering, to claim some benefit has come to you at my expense—that your perspective has changed or that you have a renewed appreciation for your lot in life—is to cheapen my suffering. It is to commodify it for your consumption at my cost. To glean gain…
Sorrow of sorrows, each moment passes and grief grows. I sit in darkness alone. I rock back and forth as my soul groans. Here I find myself acquainted with grief. Here I sit in darkness and disbelief. Why did you take her so soon? Why did death wrap her in its cocoon? No one is…