Requiem for grief.

poems #n

There is a meaning behind each line, regardless of the hollow sentiment they resound.

Shrine.

I am not my own best friend, solitude, a weighing atmosphere
Have I built it in the pretense of a fortress
Protecting myself from who? I
Live within the devil.

Where do I draw my silver lining, 
From the edge of a pencil, 
Tangible, like all but an illusion.

Heave, 
 Heaven, 
  Help me pull my baggage.

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Malnourished.

Mother nature, I am your child, 
I am sad, I am unable to rejoice
I have forgotten to enjoy
The lullabies you strum with the breeze
The hues you channel 
All for my sake!
I have become blind.
My mother, I am sorry. I have forgotten 
To appreciate how you have been to me. 
My mother, I have tugged at your bosom, 
Only to rupture our heartlines.
I seek you as the figure
I most need that I have lost. I am yet again, a fool.