Memories.
Filling the void between realities.
Each of your words
A reverberating tune,
Telling me over and over
A twisted sense of your ego.
Surviving id all that I have after you.
Each movement.
Each breath.
Each thought,
All constantly calculated to fight for life.
Battle my eternal fear
As I stomach seeing your face.
Courageously push past your body,
Closing my eyes,
As if reality was just a nightmare,
As if your essence never once
Forced itself upon my skin.
No.
Your hands grasp blindly in the darkness,
And for now,
In my mind,
I am gone.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Memories.
Filling the void between realities.
Each of your words
A reverberating tune,
Telling me over and over
A twisted sense of your ego.
Surviving id all that I have after you.
Each movement.
Each breath.
Each thought,
All constantly calculated to fight for life.
Battle my eternal fear
As I stomach seeing your face.
Courageously push past your body,
Closing my eyes,
As if reality was just a nightmare,
As if your essence never once
Forced itself upon my skin.
No.
Your hands grasp blindly in the darkness,
And for now,
In my mind,
I am gone.
4 out of 4 of "Stages of My Grief"