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The Loss is a predator that stalks his prey His shadow has followed me every day Each birthday when I turn a year older The Loss gets bigger, darker and bolder He sucks out the joy from every room Laces each feeling with sadness and gloom He crushes my happiness with loneliness and guilt Smashes the walls from the pain I have built He is there each holiday evening and noon He changes the meaning of every tune At what should be the happiest times of my life His unwavering stare cuts through like a knife The Loss has no intention of leaving He will be there until the day I stop breathing I tried to outrun him and live in denial He hid from my view but was there all the while. He waits in the darkness 'till all my friends leave When I finally stopped running I was able to grieve With more days behind me than are left ahead I asked The Loss if he wanted me dead "You were given away through no fault of your own But the sadness you bear is not yours alone You never knew I stalk yet another Still running away from being your mother When you turned to face me and looked in my eyes Your actions and words caught me by surprise You did what your mother could never do. You walked a long mile inside of her shoes She couldn't acknowledge the hand you were dealt Nor ever imagine the pain that you felt. She never once bothered to look at the fact The face in your mirror is hers staring back You both know The Loss never really goes away But she is too afraid to ask me to stay." Now The Loss and I walk hand in hand. We stare at the stars all alone in the sand There are still days of both sunshine and rain But gone is the secrecy, stigma and shame The Loss is my oldest and dearest of friends One of few I can trust to be there at the end. :darth:
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