Beyond the mourning of bereavement

Today marks fourth anniversary of tragic deaths
an aching breaking heart – mine
remembers four extinguished breaths.

(dashed – not while riding off
in a white horse open sleigh,
but upon learning untimely demise
regarding prosperous family, whose small
plane crashed August 8, 2019.

They lived ~ three doors down from us
farther than one can toss a Buffalo nickelback.)

The unconscionable spectre of Harvey Specter...

A diabolical, inimical, piratical,
and venal worm,
whose cut throat devious shenanigans
found yours truly to squirm;
his addiction to money (mine)
sated until he sucked me dry
analogous to nicoderm,
yet impossible mission
to smoke out the most minute germ
converting life savings of mine
into bitcoin cyber currency.

Horrible reality of being hoodwinked,
preyed upon human vermin
immediately upended high jinxed mien
floundering ten thousand leagues
under the cyber sea
analogous to Titanic submersible.

The Day You Died

since you died.
I offered myself a thousand lie
I am losing my mind when I realise
was it real? should I probably cry?
no right answer could leave me satisfied

I've lost for sure, there is no reason to hide
I opened up my arms and reached up for the sky
I am choking, my words won't turn into a pray

no my words didn't reach the heavens' door
could I climb the highest mountain so I can reach out for the sky?
to open heavens' door and let my prayers go inside?
or should I pick you up and bring you back to life?

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