it would've been easier if you'd died
rather than know you're walking
talking, breathing
... breathing into the mouths of others
...
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Well you could put it that way Eila, but only in the privacy of your own home, in your bedrooms darkest despair! lol I shouldn't laugh, but I must! Thanks for sharing this, I think! lol It is true that once grief pierces you, you recognise it when it hits you again. Strong write. 10 from Strong woman! Apparently. Tai, not going anywhere! yet.
dear eila, another magnificent work. the passion ever present. this 'dark' poem is haunting. love love love the lines '...a blackness so profound/it becomes a tangible entity/a being, in its own right/...until a great howl is heard/and i break with the force of it'. the haunting absence of the beloved leaving a deep ache is eloquently captured here. take care.bless you. sincerely, merc