Grief

Ever since you've been gone

I have been a long lost soul in a lonely road

Searching and floating in a black hole

Looking for the meaning of death and joy

I was hoping I would feel a million things

And live through a million screams

But all I do is reminisce about memories

Stored a million years ago in my hippocampus

I left them there, thinking there would be another us

And have more in storage once you'll reappear

Like a ghost in the wind

It is almost December

Your birthday was the day I could hope to see you again

Didn't think I would instead think about your fate

How life screwed you over 

With a hand full of matches, burning your house last summer

Curtain call; The Show Is Over 

Like a candle in the wind 

You were gone as soon as I thought about our times together

What a shame that I've never reached out 

If only I knew, I would hug you 

So hard, and tight, like I was begging God to please keep you by my side 

Please don't take away his life!

There are a million lives 

Filled with hatred and spite!

Who don't care about Earth but who just want to fight!

But you're taking a man's life!

Because you can and you think you own him!

An angel you gain but a part of essence I lose in me!

Nothing makes sense and you kept lying to him!

You made him feel gay when your plan was to destroy him!

How dare you draw a finish line at an uncomplete destiny?!

Am I supposed to scream and cry because of your poor decision making?!

I guess I have to catch my breath and not lose my mind

I forced myself to sit down and let my feelings out 

But there are just big drops falling from my cheeks

And down to my chest, they end their journey into my hands 

And I watch them fall; the cracks of my soul made my body leak

Now I have to escape because of your stupid game

Water turns red;

And I have to squirt all the blood out of my agony

What do I think about life? Well now you see...

I am not sure I can trust in a divine being prophecy

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't

I go back and forth between the bad and the good

You made me dance with the devil

And told me you had a perfect scheme

"It's part of the plan, it is how we'll plant the seed"

Well then, where is my tree? How is it growing?

Please let me know as soon as you hear my prayers

I would like to know how you proceed

So much anger and hate

So much hurt I felt

But nobody even cares

Not even God himself

It's part of the plan

Life and death

I could cry about it for years 

I could point a gun to my head

And say my prayers

Before pulling the trigger and say it's over

But you'd just screw yourself over

You are part of a game 

In the grand scheme of things

It is all just a funfair

Inside a music box 

Floating in a dark space

As an entity opens it up

And sees the human race

Playing a beautiful melody 

He hears mine and says

"Your grief is music to my ears"

Reviews

[NotUsinganymore]

Nice poem about grief. I think all of us have gone through mourning, you did a good job with the feelings.