Shelter

21/09/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



Grief is an infinite maze

With blind alleys

And dead ends

And seemingly endless paths

That lead on and on

Without end or pause.



Grief is a moment

Replayed ‘til the end of time

Sometimes at full volume

Sometimes on a scratched record

And sometimes so low

It’s barely audible.



Grief is my shelter

Where I go to hide from the pain

Of not having you here

Of not seeing your face, and

Where I let my emotions leak from eyes

To be refilled as I dream.