Loss/Petals Upon Her Grave (12)

A poem based off of loss

The tulips dance in the bright orange dusk

She claimed they glittered like buttered popcorn as the wind blew gently

Her leaving tore glee from my soul, even if it didn’t happen intently

As I placed the petals upon her grave, I felt their eyes magnetize forth, as if I were a busk

A chill breeze slices through my clothes as we stand upon the alp

Thoughts dart through my head and yet my words get clogged behind my teeth

It feels as Christmas was yesterday and my parents already took down the wreathe

I can feel my thoughts overflow, itching and burning my scalp

The flood dam creaks and cracks behind my blank gaze

Yet tears refuse to fall

Sat motionless, stuttering with a blank face, like porcelain of a doll

my tongue bounces searching for words, but it’s lost in a maze

I run away, my face fills with lava, I pray no one bats an eye

But why when I try to relieve this tension,

do I feel I need pay in some form of pension

hidden in the dark, no one heard me cry, Loss is a bully, and we will always have to comply

Author's Note

Let me know anything I can improve upon

Reviews

[Lathen Griffiths]

A very descriptive piece of writing here Benhinson which I felt conveyed the feelings of loss and grief superbly. Your opening lines really pulled the reader in I felt: “ The tulips dance in the bright orange dusk
She claimed they glittered like buttered popcorn as the wind blew gently.”

All the best

Lathen