Dec 2023
My sweet,
You have crossed barriers,
We know.
I have held feelings
All too low.
Time has shut,
Made a clock
To count my hours alone.
Too fast,
Or too slow?
Only the heavens can know.
But you have faith,
Brought to your grave.
And I ,
Strive to make a smile appear.
Though grieving tears dent my skin.
But promises unlocked
Are ones I keep safe from sin.
As sin,
To your eye,
Is the blade of a knife,
For good riddance of my own life.
But I ,
Shall not die.
Only when time knows it is right.
You have crossed barriers,
We know.
I have held feelings
All too low.
Time has shut,
Made a clock
To count my hours alone.
Too fast,
Or too slow?
Only the heavens can know.
But you have faith,
Brought to your grave.
And I ,
Strive to make a smile appear.
Though grieving tears dent my skin.
But promises unlocked
Are ones I keep safe from sin.
As sin,
To your eye,
Is the blade of a knife,
For good riddance of my own life.
But I ,
Shall not die.
Only when time knows it is right.
This poem is about fighting through grief. Remembering that your loved one is looking down upon you, as you promised them to fight and breathe. If you can relate to this poem, I hear you and you are so strong, always credit yourself.
