Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2015
Grief hits me
like a punch to the face
I see the casket being lowered
covered in lace

My hands shake
my heart breaks
nothing is good anymore
because he's gone

There's no hope
to carry on
reminders of him
plague my mind
he will never be
left behind

Life without him
is like being blind
nobody is the same
everyone is too kind

But there's still hope that
maybe he's waiting for me
because it's not the same
without him

It will never be
Taya
Written by
Taya
767
   --- and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems