It's hidden in the depths of a person,
breaching the surface unpredictably,
it doesn't cease, it ebbs and flows,
a back and forth motion that nauseates,
the intermittent overflowing of tear ducts.
Grief is a pain held onto for eternity,
old and gray, sitting just behind your eyes,
a finger on the trigger of a loaded gun,
a roulette no one consented to play.
Grasping a comfort that's no longer there,
the world moves on, but you do not.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC
It's hidden in the depths of a person,
breaching the surface unpredictably,
it doesn't cease, it ebbs and flows,
a back and forth motion that nauseates,
the intermittent overflowing of tear ducts.
Grief is a pain held onto for eternity,
old and gray, sitting just behind your eyes,
a finger on the trigger of a loaded gun,
a roulette no one consented to play.
Grasping a comfort that's no longer there,
the world moves on, but you do not.
