I walk barefoot through the forest,
notice the leaves shine honey blonde
in the late afternoon Autumn sun,
but grief’s lullaby screams through the trees,
shaking each branch with an echo of a memory, which I cling to, like those leave,
desperate yet hopeless
as natures clock ticks down on us both,
the cycle of life and death,
but there if no rebirth in grief,
because where does all the love go when the one you love is gone? Forever.
the only thing I can do is rebuild myself,
wipe away the shattered crystal pieces and start all over again.
He would want that.
He would want that, for me.

They say that everybody
wakes up to the same sun,
but grief will leave its rays
blistering your skin with
old memories that have
nowhere else to go,
leave its light blinding you
as you hide in darkness,
leave its warmth freezing you
as you shake, bones banging
in a pit of cold despair,

grief does not allow you to wake
to the same sun, but life lingers
and one day that sun will rise once
more for you, brilliant
and you will look out of your window
and smile again

vines twisting
around limbs
gripping tight
the fear that you will never
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jaw clenched
tongue blister
- ing, hair pulled from the
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eyes burnt shut, praying
to a God you no longer believe in
to make it
S T O P

Grief
is a knalled winter tree
barren, as its leaves have long since fell
to mix into the Earth
to make new life for the Spring
it is a painful process,
animalistic and wild
sometimes you do not know
if the tree will stand
tall for another year
but you will
you will carry life again
and it will be green
and lush

I miss you in the way that I would miss blood

if my veins ran dry,

whispered conversations with thin air
in the dead of night,

when nobody can see me
when nobody can think that I’m not

getting better,

but is better not forgetting?

a lingering sense of what once was, gone
in a wave of healing

is it not better to believe in ghosts?
an echo of a life I loved more than my own,

than to believe in nothing

There’s disaster in everything I’m
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your hand twisted like a vine under
mine, blue and blistered, buried
memories of love, but I *******
let go

left the vine hanging loosely, limply
lifelessly, just one catastrophic touch
from the hand of a Godless

witch, the craft of destroying,
perfected and projected
onto you

and one touch of
disaster

I carry your memory like oxygen,
breathing in and out a pattern of
the past,

your face swirls like ripples on a lake,
the echo of a laugh dropped like a pebble
on its surface,

carrying hope in one half of my heart,
and grief in the other,
I walk to its new beat,

and your memory, like oxygen,
pulsing through my veins,
putting one one foot in front of the other

to who knows where, but always with

you