The Endless Feeling of Grief

The Endless Feeling of Grief

A Poem by K. N. Graf
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And even though I tried, I couldn't fight off the grief that pulled me under...

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You left, didn’t you?

I can tell by the raw pain,

Eating me from the inside out.

It’s as if with each breath I try to take,

A fire is slowly building in my chest.

Have you ever felt that sort of agony?

Not knowing which breath will be your last?

I’d say it’s like death,

But death would be a luxury right now.

 

I’m still sitting in front of the door you walked out,

Surrounded by a puddle of my own tears.

I don’t remember when I started crying

Or when I stopped, actually.

It seems as if hours have passed,

But does it really matter?

I’m still stuck in this darkness,

Waiting for that door to open back up,

Waiting for it to be you.

 

My thoughts feel out of sync.

I don’t feel as though I’m here right now.

I want to scream,

To let someone know I’m still here.

But who do I have?

You’re gone, and so is my life.

My hands keep clawing at my chest,

Trying to release the pain,

But nothing will help.

 

And that’s it, isn’t it?

Nothing will be the same.

I was too needy, you said.

Too clingy.

Those words sound so cliché.

We were perfect in my eyes.

You just gave up.

Simple as that.

I was the one fighting.

 

I can’t seem to stop laughing now.

It’s more of a manic sound,

But I can’t seem to control it.

You left me?

There’s no way.

We were happy in love.

Or that’s how the world saw us.

Happy, yes.

Love, I guess not so much.

© 2012 K. N. Graf


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Very nice words descriptive of the heart.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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K. N. Graf
K. N. Graf

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