Griefyard

Gone

Unheard

Losing someone

Is an eternal heartbreak. 

The tombstone 

Is the only place

Where one is fully stitched. 

Grief is very personal. 

Some keep it silent,

Others bask it in memory. 

The love whisked away

Is charred in the 

Bloodshed of departure. 

In the name of grief

Is the darkest catalyst 

Of love.

What is gone is gone,

You cannot change the book.

Only the page. 

The darkness of suffering 

Is the misery 

That you hold behind every smile. 

It is awkward to lie,

It is awkward to tell the truth. 

You will be lost

Although 

It may seem so short. 

Cry in moments,

The night will reflect the day

And the dates will join

To culminate 

All at one go.

When my heart was deceased,

There was hysteria in my corpse. 

Love had taken the backseat,

The decisions were made with rationality 

Losing the essence of logic. 

No one dared to speak about romance

Nor did anyone want 

To challenge anything

In ways which are unheard-of. 

The shades of my own spirit

Resided in pain

As my soul left hysterically

Back in the nightmare.