Am I going blind or is my vision blurred from watery eyes
I’m not sure if this is the truth or a lie
This isn’t an easy matter to contemplate in my mind
I’m not sure if you’re sleeping or if you’re gone
Because all I see is peace curling from the corners of your lips
You make what I’m trying to say, contort and twist
Please just take your leave or awake
No amount of wisdom can prepare me for this,
I can’t stand the pain inside of my chest,
The way my heart swells with underlying distress
The way my stomach churns with unspoken regrets
I’m not sure if I know how to steady the shakes
Trembling as I hold you in this frame
I’m not sure why I bought this bouquet
Because you can’t open your eyes to see them
You can’t flare your nostrils and breathe them
You can’t caress their velvet like skin
Or press them against your breast
You can’t place them in a vase to display
So I guess I’ll just leave them atop your grave
Brushing a strand of hair back in place,
On your forehead, I plant a final kiss
And that’s when reality hit
Ice runs in your veins,
Freezing the nerves in your face
As you lay stiff from your eternal state
I don’t know a perfect way to word this,
Taking in a shaky breath,
Releasing out a heavy sigh
As the tears trickle down my cheeks
This isn’t easy,
But I suppose that’s life,
Yet, it’s still so hard to say goodbye
About the Creator
Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.

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wonderful poets
Awesome work