this last loss eats away at my insides
there is nothing to hold this fall
heart caves in like rolling tides
a whirlpool consumes it all
but it doesn’t end
every insidious particle of life
lover mother god friend
bring new oceans of strife
the dark is all that i can see now
love was an illusion of time
i hope beyond hope in this flow
but hope it seems was never mine
the paths of water rage and roar
and i try to stay afloat
somewhere i see eagles soar
while my ears hear waves gloat
the whirlpool again begins to swell
and i am caught again in its eddy
and death has forsaken this hell
though i scream i am ready i am ready
We have all been there, multiple times. Currently in a better place now. This is a poem I’ll come back to whenever I am in the trenches
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And it shall be ready.
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