Tag: Grief

Chasing Ghosts

Chasing Ghosts

Dark and cedar-stricken woods
that rape my mind in vulnerable positions
I’ve missed you, ya know?
But what do I know?

You probably runnin’ across branches and vines
without a care in your world
for the grief I’ve become.
Remember when we climbed that big tree over there
and you’d always awe our courage whilst yelling
“Get down from there!” fearing hospital bills.

I miss those days…

Please, if you hear this show me a sign!
Anything!
…

Figure
standing here is so hopeless
but I have no hope left to lessen.
Every night I dreamt you near me
comforting me, but I’ve forgotten your voice
your manner
your you.

And I wish Joey hadn’t stolen all the tapes of you
so I could watch them until you’d jump from the TV I stare at daily
and help me
live
again.

-Kevin Flors

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Grief

Grief

The moonlight was dull,

Cold in candescence.

His old home,

It too birthing pestilence.

 

Bound by memories,

Of a phantom time,

Old and ruined,

Like ashy graves of grime.

 

He sheltered his body,

Sheltered his mind,

Until one day,

He’d chose to unbind.

 

Opening the door,

Peek and gauge,

Careful surgeon,

Under rib—.

 

Slammed door,

Retreating back inside,

Now rejoicing by his relief,

And clarity being revived.

 

Countless moons had passed,

Staring with what was left of his crusted eyes,

At a vase given to him,

By a woman who spoke in sympathetic lies.

 

Angels told him to forgive,

Devils told him to forfeit,

Confused agony and sorrow,

He decided to remain in conflict.

 

The Earth continued to orbit,

The walls continued to crack,

The voice of his mother,

Demanding that he go back.

 

After much thought,

The man stood decrepit,

But nevertheless tall,

And walked without spit.

 

Door had grew larger,

Towering portal,

Turned key,

No mor—.

 

Sun shone,

With warm candescence,

A new home,

With no more pestilence.

-Kevin Joseph Flors

 

Thanks for reading. Song.

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