Writing The Book On Grief

Now it’s just over

Four years for me

And although

I’ve learned a lot

I still couldn’t claim

I know enough to explain

Or even to give it

A decent shot


Bereavement

Just
when
I think
I’ve got
no tears
left

They
fall
down
my
face
again

Why
the fuck
didn’t
someone
tell
me

How
to
prepare
for all
this
pain

(Originally Posted 19.02.2020)

All Those Little Things

All those little things

That you think matter

Mean literally nothing

When your heart is shattered


Flowers

You never
once
bought
me flowers

Which used
to make
me mad

Now I don’t
give a fuck
about any
of that stuff

I just
want you
back

(Originally Posted 20.10.2019)

At The Time

I really wasn’t well, was I?

Looking back at this

It’s just silo strange, because I

Didn’t realise anything was amiss


The Drudgery

Another
day spent
trudging
through
the
sludge
of life
still
refusing
to budge
forever
trying to
avoid the
judgement
of those
who secretly
hold a
grudge
against me

(Originally Posted 25.07.2019)

Harsh Truths

I used to think

I was pale

And interesting

Now I realise

Not only

Could I do with a tan

I am actually

Just dull as fuck

Schadenfreude

I know
I really
shouldn’t
laugh

At her
seemingly
heartfelt
epitaph

But I
know you
would’ve
had a giggle

At such
overwrought
sentimental
drivel

Xxx

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