Grief Poem by chloe young
Grief
grief struck me like a lightning bolt
the anguish thundered in my gut, tasting the
sting of it's acid decimating my throat
you were never a nice man, your habits
ate away at my bones. my skin has been desolate
of adoration, my heart barren of beating
but when you allowed the sickness to overcome
your wit, i became your carer again, i was able
to caress your skin and wash your pores of bad
i was necessary for you, you howled for me.
my palm engulfed your fingertips while
you were lowered to rot in the ground.
i wake up every morning with a kick in the teeth, blood
swelling in my temples. remembering your last words to me,
‘words mean nothing when i can feel your heart in mine'
Your poetry honestly spoke to me (especially this poem) . I found when you write it can deliver different messages which I find defines a true poet. Thank you for commenting on my poetry.. I've been trying endlessly to publish some of it. Anyways, you write very well. Keep on writing and I will keep on reading. -travis
A deep and intensified melancholy with some heartfelt emotins has been drawn in this poem that one would surely realize the importance of true adoration after reading it...10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 4:32:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An eloquent statement of addressing grief.