Grief

I'm sitting on the edge with these broken feet
Got some miles on these shoes and it's killing me...

some things are just too painful
too hurtful to speak of
the process of forming descriptive...

Children gathered
standing side by side
holding hands
forming a circle
a mile...

Standing in the freezing rain
Staring off into the ground

Where a black yet red casket...

When the silence
of their empty house
proved deafening ..

Instead of leaning in,...

I am almost healed of you
But some moments of deep grief overtake my whole being - Making tears...

I saw you last night in the silent hours,
In that part of the mind where dreams devour
All...

My Fingers grapple grates of grotesque steel upon high level heights of a deathly demise

Rope...

Between my breaths, I hold our memories
Pressed between the pages of my heart

I talk to...

Hi mom,
I know you can't answer,
The dead don't speak.
Only the silence
And the...

Paint-brushed memories, etched on summers day.

So clear your face, reflects upon the pond;

...

I miss you so, so much...
I miss your hugs, words & kind eyes...
I miss the open arms...

I’m moving into my first apartment
I have lists for each room
but each room something is...

The presence of still water
and the Swan´s effortless glide,
through the silence of the...

I don't want to write about you anymore.
My pen still circles a night span around your name,...

it will be then as
if we never parted
as if never existed
streets, cities, countries...

it was through the hour that stoked the dawn
to push the sun out of its mourn
and force the...