Grief – A Poem

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Strange.

Emotions stare blankly back at you in a convoluted reflection. Nothing is there.

But sometimes, a wave. Sometimes gentle and lovely and fragrant as balmy summer fields. Sometimes so fierce you exhale in torrents and roughly gasp in the thin atmosphere of agony.

A wave of what? Nostalgia? Remembrance? Reverence? Loss? Love? Hate? Anger?

Always an ache. Barely underneath the skin, you can see it through the translucence, but you can’t grasp it no matter how hard you try. It slips just out of reach every time.

The pain of feeling nothing.

Of feeling everything so deeply, you feel your insides about to crudely explode and show your heinous colors to the world.

No one understands, but everyone can sense it. This void that completely fills you to bursting, holds you completely captive, and sucks the lifeblood from the wreckage of your half-dead soul – crushes you, drowns you, saves you.

A stalker. An imposter. A liberator. A traitor. A mocker. A philosopher. A saint. A chasm. Stifling.

Strange.