(An acrostic)
By now it should be clear, my
Efforts amount to nothing; is
My heart drained of blood, do
You have any idea, if
Vain was my caring, and
All my movements only
Limping not dancing; is
Each day the same - me
Not having a clue, just
Too tired of trying -
Is this how you want it? us
Never getting anywhere, it
Ending before it starts...
YOU ARE READING
Syntax for Grief
Poetry{Poetry} We're keepers of each other's stories; you make me real.
