Unnamed Poet


Grief,/Tears apart souls,/and hearts,/Pitch black, an abyss,/Struggling with despair,/As your lungs gasp,/For air, for comfort,/That is gone like the wind,/In the grim grey afternoon,/Your heart shatters,/A million shards scattered,/Away with the tide,/Cannot be found again,/In a dim reprieve,/Your heart mends,/With its dull throb,/Beating life and breath,/Inside of you once more,/Before it is broken apart again,/By,/Grief.


Fragments,/Of what once was,/Whispering inside us,/Dreaming of a heaven on earth,/The dusty streets blowing,/Unfinished arguments trailing,/Ears muffled with clouds and water,/Underneath and unaware,/A rare smile brought to the face,/The moon shines ahead,/Reminding of our purpose,/But we don’t,/Listen,/Ears muffled with clouds and water,/And human voices rouse us,/And we,/Drown,/One of the fragments,/ Of what once was.

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