Grief
A poem about grief after losing my grandmother
She lingered in the pain
Wishing there was another way
Wishing them back but knowing that
The piece of the puzzle will always be gone
Becoming addicted to something that isn’t even real
The whispers will always be in the walls
Remembering what is lost
Tears fall unto a grave
The day you died is the day I died
I died with you
A little piece of me is gone
For all eternity
A chapter of my life is gone where I can never get back
A sense of freedom is gained but out of pain
What is gained will never be worthy of the price
Getting addicted to losing time to work
I lost everything when you died
The words echo in my head
Your final words and mine
The last thing I ever said to you haunts me to this day
Losing my voice with every day
Feeling defeated losing my best friend
Losing all sense of feeling with no interest in everything that I loved
Wishing life would go back to normal
Noticing how fast time is going
Knowing one day it will happen to me
Where the living will grieve for me
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Brandi Lansdowne
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