The cruelest monthA Poem by the bitter taste of almostWhich is the cruelest month? Is it the one that buries the land under a burning red; the month that calls it beauty when it bares the trees and feeds off our sorrow? Which is the most heartless time of the year? It must be when we watch the light die, when we hear nothing but the lonesomeness of this world. I am not cleansed by all this white; I feel only the cold in your blood, the fear when you abandoned me. I thought that life would return with the coming of new leaf, but the cruelest month only rains down gloom and grows its hope from the grief we buried in the earth, and I wonder: if this is what has become of you.
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Added on April 21, 2023 Last Updated on April 21, 2023 Tags: poetry, poem, heartache, grief, loss, missing someone, missing you, loneliness, love, trauma, angst, sad, dark, pain, depression, death, april Authorthe bitter taste of almostAboutI was almost someone good. Writing poetry about the past; themes of grief, childhood, trauma, dissociation, heartache and ultimately, finding the means to move on. I also paint, draw and sculpt .. more..Writing
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