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House of the dead
I am living within the remnants of your home, and you are not here.
You are gone, but I feel you everywhere; And I cannot escape the crushing waves of grief.
You are suffocating me from the inside out; and yet you aren't really here.
Instead you are somewhere else further from here, and I hope it's beautiful.
I can no longer ignore the grief that consumes countless nights in bed,
Or the crying so hard I cannot seem to catch my breath,
Because I feel as If I have gone with you.
I sometimes wait in the mornings, in hopes that you'll be there to greet me.
But you never are, and never will be again ; and it crushes my soul.
You are gone, but I feel you everywhere; And I cannot escape the crushing waves of grief.
You are suffocating me from the inside out; and yet you aren't really here.
Instead you are somewhere else further from here, and I hope it's beautiful.
I can no longer ignore the grief that consumes countless nights in bed,
Or the crying so hard I cannot seem to catch my breath,
Because I feel as If I have gone with you.
I sometimes wait in the mornings, in hopes that you'll be there to greet me.
But you never are, and never will be again ; and it crushes my soul.
Published 8th Jan 2021
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8th Jan 2021 11:42pm
I read this a couple of times as I love this piece. The want that a loved one remains is like cement in this and I really understand and that it influences decision on our choices, thinking about our future.
I really, really do feel this.
I really, really do feel this.
10th Jan 2021 5:40pm
