Day 207: “Subconscious Grief”
Loss
Feels like a fading away
A slipping through my fingers
Lack
Not enough time
Love still to give
I can’t comprehend it
Can’t believe
He’s gone
They’re all gone
It doesn’t make sense
My dreams are full of attempts at changing it
Bringing him back
Actually, he never left
It doesn’t feel fair,
okay
It’s definitely not right
Sometimes I see the beauty in life and death
But more often than not I just feel sad
Mad
Oh so upset
There’s no resolution
Grief is a fickle thing
I guess I’ll just turn out the light
Try to get some sleep
And see if he’ll visit me in my dreams
Faking It Made 