I am
Wretched.
Scrunched up face,
and forward bent.
I am
Festered.
Unhealing wound,
Ripped Open -
and sore.
Here for
collective all
to gawk and howl;
A jest.
I am
Folded, halved,
Heave,
and spattering
All that you were
and all that you are.
I am
violent,
erratic.
I spew and spit -
frantic.
I feel you expel
past my lips and forward -
finally outside of me.
I am
Empty.
Gloriously and
surprisingly
incomplete.
Now left alone,
Acrimonious,
Hollow,
and extinguished.
I
am
No more spark,
No more love.
I
am
No more.
Sorry to hear about your loss
Sorry to hear about your loss though. She must have been an inspirational and great person who has impacted your life in such a way that you never quite noticed it until she was gone. It reminds of the song: "You Always Wanted to Fly" by foreverinmotion because the singer/song writer wrote it for his friend who passed away of cancer. His albums have helped me get through difficult times. In general, music saved my life as did writing and other forms of coping/defense mechanisms.