Grief

The words don’t feel real to my ears

All I feel is blood and tears

Ripping and rushing

Gushing and mushing into all one tiny blur

That expands yet fits in the palm of my hand

Something so easy to discern that it hurts so bad 

And I can’t say if it makes me mad

But of course I’m not glad

Not glad that they’re gone

That we will live on without them

That we won’t see them for ages

We rage in our cages

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow 

And life creeps in its petty pace from day to day

Everything monotone, gray

In disarray

And I stand here, frayed

With all my seams unmade 

And everything twists until the starlight fades 

And I don’t know what to feel

Cuz nothing ever feels real

Anymore

Not anymore

Not when my world changes

And everything rearranges

And I have no control

Over the effects it has on my soul

In one empty bowl

Is my life

My hands are tied

My bleeding eyes

Nothing is the same

And I am just another broken frame

To add to the masses

Glasses

Shattered

Torn

Tattered

Nothing

And I repeat

Nothing 

Will ever matter