No more grief?



There is no more grief left in me
What does that say about me?
I cannot even grief the passing
of one more human being I just
cherish the last memory we created
together and I know that my uncle
will remain a part of me.

Where are my tears? Why don’t
they come to me now?

Have I used them all up? Is it
possible? There is no more grief
left in me. I cannot even feel grief

for the person I have become…
not even anger…

No more grief left in me No more
anger That should mean that I am
so happy! But I feel the pain of being
me right now…

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-21 at 02:05

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem. I don't know about grief. Sometimes, it comes. Sometimes, it doesn't right away. I didn't grieve at all when my father died because he'd been incapacitated and miserable. He had nothing left live for. Maybe this was your uncle's situation.
2015-04-22


shells
Sometimes grief surpasses tears, all in good time and writing is very therapeutic.
2015-04-22



This happened to me in 2013 when there were 6 deaths in my family including the passing of my mother.
I felt punch drunk by it all and felt as tho' I had been emptied.
However when I least expected it the grief struck and it had a devastating effect.
I hope you get spared this I really do.
2015-04-21


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Those we have loved and still love
That love remains with us
As some once said:
'' Tis better to of loved , known love , than never of loved at all ''
Thinking out to you Anna.
Ken D
2015-04-21


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes grief does not hit us straight away. This piece tells me that you have been through quite a lot of emotional upheaval lately. The tears will come. Thanks for sharing.
2015-04-21


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
isn't this emptiness and pain, feeling bereft, the most profound kind of grief?

my thoughts are with you~
2015-04-21


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A clear and graphic style in this poem that starkly defined the grief of not sensing grief. Well written.

There are times when loss is so intense that our minds react in self defense by locking out the ability to emotionally connect with the event. As time passes and the event becomes remote in time but not in intensity, the mind releases it's lock and at that time grief will be felt and will in fact pour out. Do not be surprised if that pouring out is spontaneous and seemingly not connected at all with the loss of the individual.
2015-04-21