Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2207250
Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2207250
Grief isn't ending, neither am I
It’s all the energy I have just to
hold up the wall
between what is real
and what is in my head.

No energy to breath.
No energy to power my heart.
I just hold up the wall
and wait for them to come home.

The longer I live this way the
better I am at it. My fear is that
it might not kill me.
My terror is: I might have to live.

Grief isn’t ending, neither am I.
The worst of both worlds
But they are my worlds
So I will own them until...
© Copyright 2019 Kayla Sullivan (quela at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log in to Leave Feedback
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2207250