You’re carving your own tombstone
and digging your own grave
Sending out postcards from Hades
with quotes from your eulogy
the one you write with each
last breath that you breathe
and I’m walking on eggshells
with tear soaked shoulders
and arms full of fractures from the weight
trying to move forward
while you’re floating down the Styx
as if it’s some kind of tide pool
where discontent can happily hide.
I’m buying flowers
to lay on your coffin
where all of your heart now resides
it’s a strange paradox
planning for my future
with a ghost who thinks he’s alive
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (2)
Absolutely loved how you wrote this. It's powerful and deeply moving. Great job!
Such a powerful piece! The imagery really paints the struggle of living with someone who's lost in their own despair, yet still holding on. There's a lot of depth and emotion in your words.