Grief is flattering,
It is the noise in the room,
That noone hears,
So maybe it is silent,
The silent elephant in the room,
So large in volume,
Taking up so much space in the heart,
It is tiresome,
It nevers asks you if it can stay,
There is no consent for the eyes,
How they will weep,
Without even asking for your permission,
It is the invisible knife in your stomach,
You are barely able to walk,,
Out of breath and noone will ask why it is so hard,
Why you are strangled,
Caught up in between the strides in life,
I am hungry,
No food satisfies for those that are lost,
to those that are living,
No void is bigger than this vortex of a matrix that is death,
Or the lack of option to live,
There is no fluid rich enough to rinse the mind of the flood that has been endured on body,
The flood is my tears and there is no stopping it,
A tsunami of emotions gushing,
All Dams broken,
Reopening wounds,
Bleeding,
These are all pathetic words,
That are incapable of describing the things that are felt in chest,
The insaitbale desire of feeling full,
Sometimes my heart is so,
Bursting in happiness,
How it feels as though it will implode,
From the joy,
Love,
Other times,
Death is a wish,
Less these days,
Now I wish to breathe,
To dance,
Be free.