There was a sharp pain
But at least it was real -
Not like drowning in a wave
That I couldn't even feel.
There was a slight burn
That disguised the numb fire
While physical flames filled me up
And rose higher.
There was a brief moment
When I paused and composed
And felt the blade cutting
On what I had full control.
It was a distraction
From what was out of my depth.
Numb fires, holes and waves
Killed me more, step by step.
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When You Miss Me
PoetryA collection of short poems about grief. These poems have helped me through really tough times, times when I thought I wouldn't make it through.
