To those who have never felt grief


They say those who have never lost someone cannot

Imagine the pain of grief

I disagree

Grief is a knife stuck in your heart

Embedded so deep pulling it out would result in


Letting it remain would result in



Sorrow is fire in your veins

That no siphoning could ever withdraw


Sorrow is a stone in your chest

Pushing you into the ground


Sorrow steals all identity away

With them gone, who am I?

All I’m left with are unanswered questions

And the dead, blank, white silence


Sorrow is having no one left to guide you

The world is a maze and I have long since lost the map


Sorrow is the world suddenly seeming too loud

And too bright and too crowded to shelter

The scared mouse of my heart



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