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A Lasting Period of Grief

A time to mourn

By Colleen Millsteed Published 8 months ago โ€ข 2 min read
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I called out into the darkness and listened for a response,

Will you answer my call?

Do you even hear me,

As I wander the night time loneliness of this destructive hall?


I long for a picture to light up my screen,

A memory of when you once cared,

A light to blow away the cobwebs within my darkened mind,

Wallowing in the words we once shared.


The moon seems to have deserted my world,

The stars no longer twinkle their tune,

The darkness is more complete than Iโ€™ve ever remembered,

And my heart aches at the loss of the light I gathered beneath the moon.


The sun has risen along the horizon,

Peaking at me for a mere second, than disappearing,

Hidden by the dark clouds that squander my joy,

As I rise from my bed, my strength persevering.


Where once I had the world of happy hours to look forward to,

The light has vanished, clothing me in fears,

I now struggle to fill the day with any form of peace,

And my soul is awash in my heart rendering tears.


Iโ€™m running solo this weekend,

All the time in the world to be alone,

The sun is not forecast to make any form of appearance,

As rain is my due, a scene in my life well known.


Some day Iโ€™ll look back and revel in the lessons learned,

Iโ€™ll walk through the memories of my unfathomable pain,

Healing the poison that currently runs through my veins,

And Iโ€™ll pinpoint the exact moment when everything changed.


Youโ€™ll have forgotten this girl by that stage,

Moved on from the heartache and sadness you shared,

Toxicity washed the past with regret,

Where she believed you โ€˜maybeโ€™ once cared.

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Originally published on Medium

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry โ€” itโ€™s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves โ€” Iโ€™m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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  • Tiffany Gordon 8 months ago

    Phenomenal work Colleen!

  • A memory of when you once cared Where she believed you โ€˜maybeโ€™ once cared Moving on is the journey between that first line to that second line. Loved your poem my friend!

  • Broken hearts, lost souls. Why is it that some can simply walk away without a thought or care while so many of us languish forever in our grieving memories?

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