rivers of grief

i see it ahead
as clear as day
years of cold and years of pain
running in between
the drops of rain
drenched and still
i’m without you again
as the morning comes
and i wake
to the sounds of your grave
and i ache and i ache and i ache

a funny thing happened when you died
the world kept turning
in its lies and lies and lies–

sometimes the rivers of grief
run so deep
any mother would drown in them

 

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