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Denial
In the quiet of the early morning,
I find myself staring at the empty space beside me.
The absence whispers, but I turn away,
my mind constructing walls of disbelief.
The world continues in a haze, each face
-a blur, every word a distant echo.
I tell myself this isn’t real, just a nightmare,
that you'll walk through the door any moment now.
Memories cling to corners of my mind, yet I push them aside,
unwilling to confront the truth wrapped in their embrace.
Today, I live in denial, protecting my heart from the jagged edges of loss.
Anger
As the days blur into each other, the fog lifts,
and reality crashes in with brutal force.
I rage against the emptiness, fists
clenched, heart pounding with fury.
Why did you leave me? Why now?
The questions burn, searing my thoughts.
I lash out at the world, at myself,
seeking a target for this unbearable pain.
Anger, my companion, fuels the fire within,
a desperate attempt to fill the void.
But it leaves me hollow, exhausted,
unable to find relief in its seething embrace.
Bargaining
In the stillness of the night, I whisper to the darkness,
pleading with the universe for a second chance.
"If only I could turn back time," I mutter,
"if only I could change the past, make it right."
I weave fantasies of what might have been,
negotiating with fate, grasping at hope.
Every promise, a lifeline I cling to,
a futile attempt to rewrite the story.
But the silence remains, unyielding,
the terms of my plea left unmet.
I sit in the shadow of what might have been,
caught in the web of impossible bargains.
Depression
The weight of sorrow settles like a shroud,
each day darker than the one before.
The world fades to grey, muted and distant,
every breath a struggle against the suffocating gloom.
I retreat into myself, a hollow shell,
the light of joy extinguished.
Memories become anchors, dragging me
down, each one a reminder of what I've lost.
Friends reach out, but their words are
swallowed by the abyss of my grief.
I am alone in this desolation,
a wanderer in a land of shadows.
Acceptance
In the dawn's gentle light, I find a glimmer of peace,
a quiet acceptance of what cannot be changed.
I breathe deeply, feeling the weight lift,
the scars remain, but the wound begins to heal.
I carry you with me, a part of my soul,
your memory a beacon in the darkness.
Life moves forward, and so do I,
each step taken with newfound strength.
The journey of grief is never truly over,
but I embrace the lessons it imparts. In acceptance,
I find a path to healing, a way to honour
your memory and my own phoenix rising.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It isn't often that we stop and recognise the 5 stages of grief.
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That's going to relate to an awful lot of people, including myself, nicely done
That’s quite real then. Thanks kindly 🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome
I've maybe not grieved enough for someone, though they were not at home during their last month, so we were a bit more prepared for them not being at home in person.
Same. Institutionalisation does distance us ever so slightly 🙏🏻🕊️
Each one well portrayed in graphic images that call out of that darkness. Very nicely done
Thanks Soren 🙏🏻🕊️
Wow this is a master piece of self reflection.There is a detailled analysis of the stages of grief caused by the loss of a partner. I think it is amazing mi amigo.Very healing I hope
Me too! Too many leave us too soon🙏🏻🕊️
The reception here is quite invigorating.
As someone who has gone through my share of grief and walked alongside a number of others going through their own, this poem is profoundly true and powerful .Well done, my friend. This gets a fave from me. 🌹👏
Thanks man, most grateful here 🙏🏻🕊️
Superb.
Thanks Thomas, means a lot 🕊🙏🏻
Excellent write
Thanks Tony🙏🏻🕊
You're welcome
I have been through those five stages whne my wife passed five years ago but life has a way of pulling you out into a better place in time and that came to me arqios as I am sure it will come to you.
Andy
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