I'm trying to get back into poetry as it used to be a frequent outlet and hobby for me.
As I've recently celebrated my 40th birthday, I would like to use that to kick start the habit!
My poetry leans more towards the darker and macabre side of life and art.
I've struggled with a physical disability and mental illness for almost 3/4 of my life, so this is my outlet.
This is grieving alright.
Just, without the cards and without the flowers, without the cups of tea and sympathy and people 'just popping in' at all hours just
'TO CHECK THAT YOU'RE OK.'
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*Trigger warning: * suicide.
I Heard You Today.
Today, When You cried and said 'If only she'd called and told me how she was feeling I could have done something! I always have time for anyone struggling! '
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I shall wait, if that's what I must do.
Like summers grass waiting for morning dew.
Like the stilettoed foot needing a comfortable shoe.
Like a farmer yearning for his dinnertime stew.
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I love you like everything. Like everything that ever existed, exists and will ever exist.
There are no words, not in any language that describes the deep love I feel for you.
I love you is all.
I love you.
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