A rip in the defences with the wearing down of the resistance.
Captured in the immobility of the bleakness that strikes with ruthlessness.
The loss of equilibrium means the beginning of the spirals death grip,
Effort to pull back from the cliffs edge each day grows bleaker.
Foundations crumble as the emotions tidal wave over stealing breath.
Iron coarsens into the furness of bleeding veins of the being.
No cry is uttered as sound has been lost to the dripping tears.
Muffled is retrospection with the darkening of the perspective.
To heavy is the last thought as hands let go to the blackness.
Written Feb 18, 2014
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Snapshots of Pain, Grief And Loss
PoetryA selection of where the darkest/loneliest/grieving ruminations and experiences from different time periods in life have been placed. Warning Triggers! It is not for light reading and if your in a dark place, please avoid. This book comes in three...
