A Poem About Grief

A Poem About Grief

 

 

Denial

 

A tree is planted

In the willowed grove

I plea for closure, clutch at my trove

A fragmented reality, where time ceases

Pillowed porcelain consumes

Decrepit sallow synthetic skin,

Pieced fulfilment and a balanced grin

The aching void consumes

 

Detriment in disguise

A happy little thing

How should one feel?

How does one lie?

To protect,

From the one thing they swore to forget

A happy little thing

A deep regret,

For this cannot be the end

 

A feeling

So desperate

A craving to hold on

As if there is truth in this lie?

As if there is truth in this lie?

What is the point if not to die?

Far away this bird will fly,

But now not

There are still words left unspoken

Feelings left unfelt

A broken heart unbroken

 

Every encounter

Every thought

Every memory

Once sought

No longer,

Nothing

 

 

Anger

 

I am the void which consumes me

My fallacy a fraction

In this puzzle

Guzzle my eye,

An itch in my mind

Fix this pain

You have caused

Learn of what you left behind

You would not be fond

A thousand tears

And broken bonds

I expect you respond

 

Why why?

Why why?

Why die?

I dance a hopeless cry

I cry hopeless

I dance

My efforts are drowned

For my thoughts

Obey themselves

Nothing but a scent

Every second is spent

Peeling at the seams

Bawling a desperate scene

Defined by my hopeless cry

 

I clench my raging fist,

Hold my breath and lift

Towards the sky,

High and mighty

But feelings they resist

I can no longer persist

For my spite is unwanted

And my spirit remain haunted

Death hath done me so

A distant messenger

A dark dull crow

Swoops my nest

My place of rest

Death outdone me so

 

My heart heavy

My nest strewn

Such efforts are futile

For there is no escape from doom

Brutal is the impression

For fate will wreak soon

I clench my fist

But hope is lost, so to sigh

Hatred breeds destruction

Anger leads to suffering

All I can do is cry

 

 

Bargaining

 

Bruised knees, a fellow cryptid

Ties his noose and tie

How unprofessional

He refuses my efforts

No matter how hard I try

For he reaps the damned

And feasts upon their soul

Deciding their fate

A selfish soulless ghoul

I plead my feelings

That be of dread

Please, take me instead

For I would rather death

Than stay here, not dead

 

A jaunt for closure

Remains a taunt to feelings

A promise of dealings

Remains a disregarded composure,

I digress

Nothing could bring me closer

Than how it once was

But how can one live

Knowing what they know

Silently suffering

There must be something I owe

 

An eye for my eye

An exchange of life

A most valuable asset

Honour my lack of strife

For all I ask

Nor bitter nor remorse

A sweet not sour discourse

 

I beg for mercy

My aching knee

I beg for mercy

My plead be worthy

Spare my friend

And you shall see,

What greater good can be

Or else I weep and shrivel

To the familiar wretched ghost,

Someone I once knew

The one I loved the most

 

 

Depression

 

Defiance in forgiveness

I understand you rest

Pleasure is fictitious

And hope is blinded,

Nothing safe from death

I stand in a deep puddle of despair

The heavy rain, drench my hair

Despite the damp abundance

And the state of affair

The flood gates remain clogged

I have no more tears to share

 

An ache in my body

A shiver down my spine

I spend my days nil,

Bedridden and distraught

Each day feels short

Far from sunshine

 

Feeble reclusion

A state of despair

A sheep in grey water

No hint of fresh air

Secrecy plotter

I am ill, rotten

Slowly, I degrade

A deteriorating stench

Forbidden my own,

Chances to quench

No longer can I live

Nor attend to my needs

No longer can I give

But to plant my seed

 

I am not needed

A burden to myself

Forever you are gone

Thy fate hath heeded

No thought of death

No urge of pain

I cannot function

Without your stain

Succumb to my own junction

Nothing matters anymore

Shoot the faux gun

Push upon me more

For all I can dream about,

Is the distant shore

 

 

Acceptance

 

I remember what you said

No longer am I torn

Your memories live on

It’s okay that you’re gone

For time is a friend, that no longer ceases

So, I tend to my garden, and pick up the pieces

What you left behind, unfold the creases

Accept that you’re gone, honour what you were

The page has turned

Upon a new chapter

But still there lingers

Traces of your ink

Raise the glass

Drink the drink

Your echo lives on

Thankful for your warmth

As no longer do I think,

Such thoughts which lead me to the brink

 

Grateful for you,

Say it so

Proud of your love

And how you’d glow

Now you’re at peace

And me another
Thankful for everything

My star, my other

 

Solemn solace

A place so divine

For your memories live on

And your essence shines

My feelings have grown stronger

The further you have become

But I learnt to embrace this distress

For the heart is a drum

And it beats in rhythm

Singing its song

Telling of tales

That I longed for long

I dance in good faith

Content that you’re near

Singing your sentimental song