Death affects me so little now. Even with the news of my grandmothers passing, I feel empty as if I never new her. A passing stranger with a catching glance is all I may remember her by. To live heading towards doom being our sunsets. I wish this entry had more love and brightness to give hope to the dying light but I have none to spare from my own. How did I become so cold to loss; is death that meaningless or just that frequent that it's like a familiar friend stopping for a visit. Well my friend, you have taken the last of me; so carry her home, kiss her for me, and maybe return some love that I man feel what i've been missing al my life... which is..............
im not really a poet
ReplyDeletebut this seems so stoic
i bet you do feel something
even if you dont know it.
unconscious tears,
blind sadness
all building because
of what you had missed.
something must be there
or else it wouldnt be addressed
try not to confuse yourself
having this knowledge means your truly blessed.
P.S.- sorry havent been keeping in touch lately. got a lot on my mind. big ups.
I'm sorry about your loss...
ReplyDeletenevertheless I pray that more love and brightness comes your way... as well as that you're open to seeing it when it does come
Also know that you are loved... and if you don't hear it enough, I LOVE YOU