A Darkened Night
Waves of grief overshadow you all without reason. has someone died? or has the world grinded to a halt? a window opened by the wind, or by a creature of the night?
Why?
#9 of poetry a short poetry of depression my heart burns in flames of despair powerless partly to repair the crater in my soul resides where my being lonely bides the tears of grief i truly shed curled up in my broken bed hoping briefly for a bright
Poem #16: Life
Fruits will sew opportunity has gone words passed down honesty should crown friend over foe fate will frown is light the fire shadows conspire truth will show lying is dire love in sight determination we fight emotions we know grief
A Worn Down Lizard
grief, a very overwhelming loss. it sobered sunderfoot quickly. an emotion he knew well- it was one that haunted him far too often. there were no words he knew that had soothed his pain, but company helped dull the ache in him.
Promises to a Friend Chapter 1
His father, also a german shepard had never got over the grief of losing her and often channelled that grief through silver, finding ways to blame her death on him.
Baited and Stoned
Having to mask his grief, carrying it secretly inside, was a difficult thing. the grief had grown into fury at whoever had done this, which was equally difficult to mask.
That Which Remains
#16 of poems a poem i wrote for a dear friend of mine who is struggling with a lot of grief and fear back home all that has died will rise again, the ashes no longer bound to fate the tears of centuries long forgotten will cascade down a waterfall but
The Wolf and Demon
"i can't go on, i can't go back, i can only wallow in my grief. why can't you let me be..."
Poem #51: Innocence
Blood and gore seep into the earth but others are young and innocent from birth our strongest and most prideful traits descend but what is done by them it all depends; i cannot see beyond my eyes this hatred inside i will despise the sadness and grief
Ageing
Nbsp; but now they have gone, each to his life a girl to her husband, a boy to his wife, forgetful are they of her who sits here silently wiping a tricking tear, for striving for things in a life so brief blind their poor eyes to a dear mother's grief
The reason I live.
Throw off the rags of grief. the real me shines.
Poem #57: Blackness
Faces they seem the same vivid in different lights created from different colors the blackness behind shows an open window into his soul for they are one his own self-hatred we now can see this spiral of darkness this spiral of hate and grief