Sunday, August 29, 2021

Grief

 And when the lights are off...

And curtains pulled 

When the sky is dark

And the neighbourhood quiet...


The memories march in

The wounds refresh.

The storm inside

Awakens.


The deep, dark, bottomless pain

Stirs every ounce of my being.

Scenes I wish I could forget

Pictures I wish I could unsee

Parade before my eyes.


So when they say you're "resting in peace" now.

I hope you are. At least one of us must.



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