Your outer shell disintegrated,
layers of dirt between us,
I’m above,
your below,
a void that will never be filled,
now you are gone.
Standing at your grave,
feeling abandoned and lonely,
resentful of the unknown,
powerless to the point of denying my reality,
as if it was a dream,
only to wake and realise,
I have to live another day without you.
Kneeling over you,
grief bites into my veins,
taking me to a place I don’t want to go,
exhausted by endless tears,
my body lays on the mound,
wishing the sod to engulf me,
so we can be together again.
By Rachel Goddard
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
Your outer shell disintegrated,
layers of dirt between us,
I’m above,
your below,
a void that will never be filled,
now you are gone.
Standing at your grave,
feeling abandoned and lonely,
resentful of the unknown,
powerless to the point of denying my reality,
as if it was a dream,
only to wake and realise,
I have to live another day without you.
Kneeling over you,
grief bites into my veins,
taking me to a place I don’t want to go,
exhausted by endless tears,
my body lays on the mound,
wishing the sod to engulf me,
so we can be together again.
By Rachel Goddard
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