Poems From The Humble Heart

What is Loss? (Baby Don't Hurt Me)

Loss is a hollow pit in your stomach
That sucks up your energy and leaves you weak.
Like a blackhole hungry for only what is lost to you.
Its an aching hunger that can never be tamed.
An abyss that can never be filled.

Loss is knife in your heart that you cannot pull out.
It's a sharp pain in your chest that eventually dulls but never goes away.
It's a nasty scar that will never heal.
A constant reminder of the battle you lost.

Loss is waking up from a dream and wishing you hadn't.
It's holding onto memories bitter-sweet.
It's longing for the little things
And missing the things that used to annoy you.

Loss is wanting to stay sad because being happy feels like a betrayal.
How can you smile when the one that brought you the brightest smiles is gone?
It's endless guilt and what-ifs.

Loss is waking to a feeling of fear before realising your worst fears have already come true.
It's a sinking feeling in your gut.
It consumes your every thought.

Loss leaves you in isolation,
Feeling a true kind of desperation.
It makes you want to scream until your lungs burst.
In hopes someone will notice your hurt,
And hold you until the pain ebs away.

Loss is choking on tears and fighting not to cry into your pillow night after night.
It's a dead end in the road with no way to turn back.
It's losing a battle when there's noone to fight.

Loss is wanting to see an unjust world burn.
It is envying those who still get to live.
Its hating seeing others happy.
And hating others for being unhappy over problems so minuscule in comparison to your own.
It's knowing these feelings are unfair
And that this bitterness really has nothing to do with others.
Loss likes to wear a mask and call itself anger.

Loss is searching for meaning and looking for signs,
In every dropped coin and butterfly.
It's believing in things you didn't before.
It leaves you longing for a purpose.

Loss leaves you helpless and confused.
And faking smiles so you don't seem rude.
It's an invisible ball and chain you carry with you each and every day.
It's wishing you could wish the days away.

Loss makes you want to disappear.
To escape to the bottom of a bottle of pills or a bottle of beer.
It's the end of something familar and the start of something unknown.
Loss is learning to live without.

Loss is the images you play on repeat in your head.
The ones that keep you up at night.
Its like a film you keep on rewinding.
As time goes by the film starts to fade.
Some memories are lost with age.
But the love it remains.

Loss comes after the last and hardest goodbye.