Warning: Depression, death, self-hate, loss.

I have some pretty angry things written from when… well, from when. I held onto my grief for a long time… still do, kind of. This is… sort of how that felt, as best I can put it.

It gets better, they say

Well, fuck that, them

This pain is mine, and

I will never let it go

So let it consume me

Memories raw, immediate

The sense of you

Never fading

Like the light in your eyes

The light in your eyes

The light faded

Faded as I held you

Held you as you died

No

This despair I feel

Is my penance

It is killing me

But I welcome this agony

Because

Because I know

I am afraid that if I let it go

Your memory will fade

And I will lose you

I will lose you all over again.

#poetry #grief #writing #loss

Inspired by Gris, the mysteries of the ancient world, our lost magic, hope, longing, and my desperate desire to make this universe a place worth living in.

Something has been stolen from us Fragments scattered in our dreams Our tear streaked souls, crying out From a longing they cannot explain

Whispers of what we once were Hidden in the stories of this world Forgotten histories, spoken To a people unwilling to listen.

Something has been stolen from me Memories, recovered from my dreams My tear streaked soul, crying out For freedom from this longing I cannot explain

Whispers of what I could yet be Hidden in the stories of this world Forgotten histories, spoken To this girl, desperate to understand.

Something has been stolen from you Lost, buried deep within your dreams Does your soul cry out, tearful From a longing you are unable to explain?

Whispers that you are so much more Hidden in the stories of this world Forgotten histories, patiently waiting For you, when you're ready to listen.

Are you ready to listen?

#poetry #melancholy #writing #gris