Loss

Loss

 

Suffocating each moment lived, 

strangling every movement made,

An invasive thought lingers,

shrouding the light of accomplishments.

 

Endless nights, endless thoughts.

Questions clouding all vision. Obscurity. 

Thoughts flying, spinning in the darkness of my room,

Stealing breath with each blink of my eyes.

 

A bottomless hole in my stomach.

An unmendable crater in my heart.

This monster has consumed so much,

But only as much as I feed it.

 

Loss.

It is strong. But I am stronger.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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