In Conclusion... I've Learned Nothing

Hoping, Dreaming, Dying

!!!! Trigger Warning !!!!!

This poem is about grief and mentions d***h and ho***tals. I definitely teared up a little bit while writing this, so reader's be cautious if needed. But no explicit words or anything like that. Just a touchy subject, but put into beautiful words.

This is just one poem and other poems throughout this collection will be more lighter, or about romance. It just depends.

Thank you, and i hope you feel something from this <3

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I can still hear your laugh

And see your smile

Taste your cooking

And feel your hugs.

My dreams consist of your traveling spirit

But your body lays deep in the ground

I can hear the monitor beeping

But the white walls are so much louder

I hold your hand,

For one last time

Squeezing it,

Hoping you'd return

But there it falls

Alongside my legs

Which now lack the energy to carry me home

After that day, I could not say

That you are actually.. Dead.

I didn't believe it with my own eyes,

And nothing could convince me otherwise.

Grief became denial

And denial became dreams:

The only place I could be your child

But reality called me home

And soon I must learn,

That your time has ended for a while.

So I must accept, that you are actually dead

But within me, you may always live on