poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Grief has Emptied me,Left me without Sleep, my Body limp from Fatigue,drained of all Water,Tears on tissue and Floor,Blowing, Crying, Screaming, I keep Weeping,As if at a Funeral,Pacing the Space, out of Madness, Weeping, Despite the Burns of this Assault against our Devotion, Despite the Burns of our Shattered Glass Heart, smashed, without a Blink of Eye, […]