minor coyote
”Silent Echoes of Loss”
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Peoples affliction over the loss of life,
It creates quite a strife,
Yet I know these people and feel nothing,
My emotions lay empty like an abandoned house,
The doors barred, the windows boarded
An emotional fort where negative emotions waste away,
I struggle to grieve, I think it’s been reprieved
For I lay a husk at the doorsteps,
My mother brings no help as far as I can tell,
They say I need therapy over privacy,
But peace never comes for little me.
They say my grieving a grueling task incomplete,
Though I argue but I’m beat,
They say I’m troubled and traumatised and death tantalises me,
Though I do not believe it,
I remain free from the burden of grief,
Yet they say somethings wrong with me,
That my emotionless state is in error,
If only they knew grief varies from person to person,
And I’m expressing myself albeit silently.
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“A wildflower blooms, yet it goes unnoticed.”
marsh lance
ancient harbor