The Good Of Grief

All by your-self in this calm extent
Full of draft and poltergeist
Specters from the ancient times and history

Just waiting to once yet again preside over you

Remorseless they’ll be
Never forgiving you
For letting them go
Hesitant they left you
But didn’t truly crave to depart

These bare bones are weary of linger
Their spirits are getting impatient
They will not bear lack of reminiscence

For being revealed

Everlastingly they’ll haunt you
Horrifying your intact existence
For not caring at all
You discern I didn’t desire to depart
Why didn’t you draw closer toward me

You said you’d be with me without end
But I realize now
It would in no way have worked at all