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“I've been speechless a lot”
was all that he said
and I felt the weight of his Pain
as memories crashed in my head
and helplessly I knew there was nothing anyone could do
because that's what grief is
it's all your own
no one can share it
you do it alone
and oh, how I know, how speechless he is - the fear and confusion, and how nothing makes sense
and they'll tell him they're sorry
and they'll tell him they're there
they'll tell him, "time heals"...
yeah... he doesn't really care
and what can I tell him? I don't really know... words torn from the Pain that lives deep in my soul?
and my words might seem cruel
because how do I explain?
that the only way to do it
is to sit in the Pain
and so I whisper... "be brave - it's all you can do, the Pain needs to wrack your body right through
and as time passes by
it's power will go
it will get weary of hurting
and retreat to your soul
and that's where it lives, for the rest of your days... powerless - but there, a bittersweet stain
when you remember, my friend,
what used to bring tears
will bring smiles in the end
and when you see huddles of gulls on the beach, chase them and scatter them far out of reach"