Loss (Page 4)

Falling (a poem)

I’m falling apart, and a part of me is falling, falling to the ground below.

Somehow you will get through it all

Sometimes, it feels quite personal,
an attack directed at me.

It’s quiet.
Except for nurses
in the hallway.

Truth runs red.
Flowing
everywhere.

It cannot be stopped,
held back,
contained.

deep in the green
buried amongst the trees
no discernible path
no place to bed down
I struggle to find
my way

A
confirmation
of
CONTROL.

Congratulations
to the
CONSTRUCT.

TW: Politics

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.

I am not like them.

Don’t tell anyone.
They can’t know about you,
that you’re different,
weird, unacceptable, unforgivable.

Don’t tell anyone.
They might think it was my fault.