Mar 10
I wish I didn't feel this vacancy, this void in my chest.
I can't get up, can't fall asleep,
Stuck in a ring.
A bride just hitched to Grief.
How he whispers in my ears,
Calls my name slowly and sleepily.
Invites me to feel things,
.oh. How he feels me.
He wraps me in cloths of gloaming,
Heavy and laden with delusion.
He holds my mind in his clutch,
Reasoning forfeited hours before.
Because .oh. Grief,
I want to feel anything.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
