A poetic expression of the stages of grief. #TheThreeMinutesBlog
Tag: grief
Nameless
This is for the moments that formed into seasons, the days of grief that spilled into months This is for the days when you forgetthat darkness holds no water in your souland the deep end will not swallow you whole When your heart hangs by a threadAnd agony stands ten-feet tall, whisper: In this sea… Continue reading Nameless
From Pink
Dear You, Did you see blood mix with my tears as I looked to you for mercy? Did you hear my mother’s screams as you snatched me from her arms? Did you hear me sing myself to sleep as your heavy blows rocked my little frame? Or did you pretend to not see the hopelessness… Continue reading From Pink
From Grey
Dear You, Do you know what it feels like to not know your purpose? To hope for sunshine despite the storm that rages in your heart. To long for sleep at night but be kept wide awake by the guilt of another day unspent. At the crack of dawn, I shed a tear knowing I… Continue reading From Grey
From Yellow
Dear You, I was only seven. I still stay awake every night, trapped in the same nightmare. I remember your bloodshot eyes, filled with drunken lust and ugly passion. I still hear my horrified screams and desperate pleas as they fell on deaf ears, silenced by your hushes and repeated grunts. I remember you walking… Continue reading From Yellow
Never After
Ada checked the time, it was 7:00pm and the clouds had begun to weep. She looked out through her office window and watched the rain kiss people as they ran for cover. It was as if the skies pitied her and did not want her to cry alone. “Did you hear? Tobi is getting married… Continue reading Never After
Boko Boko
Silent hatred echoes As dreams are destroyed Bodies dumped on bodies The foul stench of death “Boko boko” Tick tock tick… Fear is the blanket Agony is the bed Laughter turned to screams Happiness turned sour “Boko boko” Tock tick tock… Safety is history Hope becomes desolate Madness reigns in disaster “Boko boko”… Continue reading Boko Boko
BLEEDING SUNSETS
I can't kiss you, yet I taste the sweetness of your lips I can't touch you, yet I feel the tingle from your fingertips The thought of you, a curse I have to bear The lightness of your laughter, I'll never hear My world is empty, but you fill every space Your heart still… Continue reading BLEEDING SUNSETS
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