Grief blocks all feelings except darkness, is darkness a feeling?
It is one to me.
I am living but not alive.
I don't smell the flowers, see the sun rise or set.
I don't see goodness at all.
Just this empty darkness.
I know that the world around me is alive, I just can't feel it.
I know that I am loved, I just can't feel it.
I breathe but, can not life's breathe.
This is the hell that I was thrust into, it has been a year.
Life flaunts itself all around me, as I angrily reject it.
Why do I reject it?
Why do I struggle to free myself from this darkness?
I am frustrated by the continuous darkness, I want more,
yet am bound by grief in this hell.
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