Grief

A poem about grief.

Crushed
broken
shattered
like tiny shards of glass on the floor
each shard is a memory
and with each memory
it hurts
like bare feet pierced
and bleeding
aching.

Silence-
so sad, so lonely
the sound of loss
the sound of pain
the sound of a heart unhealed
screaming into the
nothingness
that was left
behind
you are gone
you left nothing
but memories
photos
the faint recollection of your scent

time-
will heal, they say
but how does time
know
when the healing should begin
when grief has lasted long enough
only
time
will tell

tick
tock
a broken clock
tiny shards of glass

Reviews

[superstar]

Well spoken

[Art Sun]

You expressed well that feeling of loss through your poem...an enjoyable read of thoughts through poem...

[Neil]

You made your grief real to me - I find it hard to think that this is not poetry born out of real pain and real sorrow and real loss. If not written as a cry of agony then you have fooled me! The "faint recollection of your scent" is masterly. I thought the themes of things broken (glass, clock, your heart) and of time were skilfully managed and tied into a whole in the final verse and I also liked the move from the particular to the more general and then back to the "tiny" again.

I dont review the poems here that dont touch me in some actual way - yours did.

thank you for sharing your agony with such tender words.

[LynLee]

i very much like this poem......................................................................... it feels like i just got my heART broken all over again.................................................................. it is very true how time doesnt know when to start healing and when to stop...............................i really like this poem

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

I like this poem,,,,there is something real yet,,,,,,inescapable.... cannot be mastered here.....thanks for capturing so well the conept of grief