Tag: death

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 207

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

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 163

Day 163: “Fear is a Synonym of Grief”

Grief is a lot of things

But a big one is fear

Fear of absence of physical presence

Fear of being left all alone

Fear of the unknown

Of having to be resilient

Of being pushed to resilience

Fear of missing someone

Every day

So badly

It hurts to your core

Fear of being in pain

Fear of the despair this pain brings

Fear of not being able to crawl out

Of the dark hole

Of loneliness

Sadness

Deep, deep despair

Of loss

It can really be debilitating if you let it

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 137

Day 137: “Life in Death”

Knowing that we’re all going to die

Is actually really comforting

We’re all in this together

The human experience

We can’t escape it

Confronted with our own mortality

It’s actually the only certainty there is

We’re going to die

Instead of letting that be scary

Maybe it could be really freeing

Live now

Because that’s all we know we have for sure

Try to leave the world a better place

Because no matter what

We will leave it

A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 79

Day 79: “Death Doesn’t Make You a Hero”

Death doesn’t absolve you of the damage you did when you were alive

Let me say that in terms you’ll understand

Death doesn’t erase your sins on earth

We have a real problem with telling it like it is in this country

We’re really afraid to speak ill of the dead

Why?

Some people were monsters and should be remembered as such

No, death does not make you a good person

No, not even a tragic death

Death does give the final say

Often in conjunction with irony

Giving a deeper meaning

Please, don’t lose the plot

A horrible, hateful, racist, homophobic, transphobic, Islamophobic, misogynistic, sexist, pro-genocide man in life

Doesn’t make a hero in death

You can’t just chalk it up to a difference of political opinion

A tirade against anyone who is not straight, cisgender and white is NOT a product of political opinion

It is a product of violence and hate

And you can’t hide behind religion

A man who stood for violence in many forms

Met his death with a bullet

A death no one should face

But for someone so obsessed with guns

It sounds like fate