Before My Apocalypse
A Poem About Grief
Entering the cold room
Floor soft like fresh snow
As black as midnight
Our last winter
I remember
The rickety desk
Antique and dying
As old as time
Like you
I remember
The tapered candles
The lights flicker in the icy wind, like your life
It's so inspiring
There's so much beauty
I remember
But the room seems so much colder now
And the floor is so hard and cruel
The night has been silenced
The snow has melted
The desk has been abused and broken, like firewood
Useless (in our dirty fireplace) and dead
Time stopped
When you left us
(Me)
The candles burned down like curling fingers
The light is extinguished, no longer soft and warm
But it is dark and hard and cold
It's ugly and discouraging
You died and my world died with you
And I don't want to remember anymore...
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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Very emotional,
Some truly wonderful and inspired words there
Echoing