#grieved
When I say I care little about you
Please know it's the absolute full amount of truth
I hate that I can't scream it at you
Won't forget all you put us through
Just another father on paper, a DAD tattoo
I swore it wouldn't be a preview
Now I look in the mirror and take a swing at you
I try to break through to this other dimension too pull you through
Take back a lifetime that doesn't belong to you
Do my best too squeezed it out of you
Count to three, pull on two, forced to play and pay what's due
Not on queue, but life caught up with you
Couldn't have happened too a more deserving fool, though way overdue
I didn't cling to tissue, I knew I wouldn't miss you
Already grieved for you back in '02
And I knew I'd never let the son of your son know you
Not as a man I knew, not as nothin' but a cautionary tale of what not to do
With both middle fingers to the earth I say thank you
©2023
Dec 1, 2023
Dec 1, 2023 at 8:08 PM UTC
Lives of the imagination
Loves as well
Are grieved more often
With similar despair
And greater melancholy
Than those of the world
As far as I can tell
There's closure in a coffin
It's to compare
That is folly
Those thoughts should be hurled
Or invite damnation
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC
open wounds tear through my flesh,
dead weight fills up my heart's pericardium,
darkness of sorrow slowly consumes my soul,
a habit of relentless grieving of the unforgotten.
there's a tombstone in my head,
in a graveyard of old memories and undead people,
not quite fancy, but once in a while
I sit beside it with a mug of coffee and anxiety.
I talk to it as if it were alive,
sometimes as if I hope it would talk back
and take off the dead weight and misery in my heart,
I grieve for the gone yet undead people whom I deeply loved.
sometimes I would bring some kerosene and match,
hoping to scorch down the place to ease all the pain,
but I am human; I exist, I love, I feel, and I remember
I may grieve of the unforgotten today, but I will live.
IA
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
It ***** that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 6:08 AM UTC
I am lost and,
in my own world of down fall
the grieved i fell on today
the lonely heart i have in side
you ask me with open arms
but i push away with tear filled eyes
sorry to say
but i am fine
just me lost and
in my own world of down fall.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC