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[thehorriblepoet]

Grief envelopes me in a cloud

A shadow that darkens my features

I can’t see through that mist

It obscures the world from my view

Prevents me from finding the sunshine

If there’s any left in the world

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You left me at my lowest–I still don’t know why

The black crows had encroached–their silk wings brushing skin

Scents of hyacinth filled my tight lungs–my throat dry

The loud silence oppressive–my will–worn down thin

The smooth glass of my psyche was pulverized dust

The wind carried the sands of my being away

I was bruised and left crushed–you had broken my trust

All alone with the crows–I just wished you would stay

The black feathers afloat disappear from my sight

Those black crows left me too–left me here with the sand

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At the end of the long road of vulnerability is hell

In the eyes of the trusted is pity enthralled in a spell

Have you never been witness to rain? Or just clouds? Just one time?

Don’t let mine be a shock–Don’t let pity invade those warm eyes–it’s no crime

If you must–close your eyes–I don’t wish to be seen so anew

I can’t bear the grim thought that you won’t see my shade of calm blue

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All my suffering means you existed and isn’t that all?

If it meant I existed alongside you just for a bit

If our timelines were able to cross I don’t feel quite so small

When the pain tries to linger I’ll cherish our time–it’s worth it

I’ve been blessed by fair fate and how lucky am I? I feel bright

To have laughed with you–lived–To have smiled with you–loved–What’s to seek?

In this endless ephemeral void you provided the light

And I somehow wound up next to you at lunch talking each week

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I could cut my arm off but the scar would remain

I could blot the spilled blood but the ichor would stain

I’d renounce my cursed bloodline but still, I’m their child

The reminders are harsh and disturbing—defiled

Born impure from unholy genetics—I’m doomed

I had never been given the chance to be bloomed

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I want someone with eyes so damn bright—when our gazes are joined

I can’t help but to see the blue after effect of her love

Her intrinsic gold light is so warm but will never dare burn

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The trees quivered in cold fear of my presence and force

It’s not right to go wake a dead sleepwalker free

Shouldn’t reckon with fate in such states of premorse

I might be so inclined to kill you—start your pleas

Why did you feel the need to awaken me?—don’t!

I preferred my dream state to this hell of predawn

The soft winds of my dreams feel so harsh in this zone

Let me go—my night calls for my gaze—let me go—I must yawn

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I am shackled by scents of fresh daisies—captive to you

To the tune of your joy—how emotion would bleed on your face

You’re the Sun that would brighten the day—you could make the Sky blue

I’m a sunflower—begging to come home—I wish for your grace

I’m uprooted instead forced to wait by the River of Styx

I am only to yearn for you now under total eclipse

[thehorriblepoet]

Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."

[thehorriblepoet]

I hope you have a great day!

Thanks! You too!

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I am trying to solve the transgression of being myself

My attempts to help rectify have been but futile mistakes

I am pleading on hands and bruised knees for forgiveness–please God

“I didn’t ask to be given a life, please forgive my inept”

My existence an act of unholiness–one I can’t cure

I am left with no option but one to resolve my harsh sins

I can’t find it in me to commit to the act of my death

Can you find it in you to forgive my forlorn disrepair?

Can I ask for that pardon? Repent for my sins in God’s name?

Will the act of asking alone just continue to add to my sins?

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I lost sight of the Light at the end of the tunnel–I closed my dead eyes

I began to walk forward and prayed that I’d find strength in strides

I was hoping to keep from engaging with Life on my way

But I’ve come to the sense that this Life was the Light led astray

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Hope you have a great day

Thanks you too!

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They say Time is supposed to heal wounds–all that loss

How can Time mend our woes when the World’s axis has ceased?

Half of Earth on fire and the Other side cold

I still can’t ascertain which side holds the most fright

I am plagued by the Death of Time–stuck here with her

Trapped within everlasting impermanence–how?

At a loss for a means to escape this abyss

I am yearning for freedom and peace from this cell

Yet I rest trapped within this unsound time-machine

I am not a savant I do not understand–

The mechanics at play–and with Time’s face so close!

With her cheek next to mine–it sends chills down my spine

The imprint of her Death has forever defiled my mind’s eye

I am buried with Time stuck beneath the cold Earth

Is there even a search for my person?–I’m here!

I begin to lament my undue discontent

What am I to do here?–stuck within this hellscape

If I must I will trace my unsure hands across–

The uneven landscape of my skin–how I shake!

These rough lesions–records of my traumas–my new time

A false time to help cope with this endless despair

I’m afraid I’ll be left here to rot with her corpse

Her cold Timelessness suffocates me–will I die?

Can decay root into my warm bones sans fair Time?

Can those flowers take root in my heart as I rot?

Will I even decay if the end will not come?

I will not reincarnate if Time won’t revive

None else scares me as much as this motionless end

I am left in the aftermath following Time

What’s this place that’s without sense of Time? Is it Hell?

What’ve I done to deserve this damnation of sin?

If not loving another?–I am down on my knees

“End my suffering God”–I’m unable to reconcile Loss

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“Those who die will live on in our hearts”

If the old proclamation rings true

Then my heart hums its aches in each pulse

The most heartbreaking metronome beats

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have a good day

Thanks you too!