On sadness and grief

Isolation is a crevice in my head, where my thoughts like to dwell and dawdle when grief seeps. Grief seeps, it doesn’t pour. It does not pour like the rain- heavy and dark, then clear and clean when the sun moves out. It seeps slow, smooth and soft. It fills in like the kind of…

Still…

​In my breath, there  Is a gasp of restlessness In my heart, a knot  Of uncoiled emotion Deep in my eyes, there Is nothing  Nothing at all to see  In my voice, there  Is a treble of grief In my head, a plexus Of mindless mumbles Deep in my soul, still  Is a desire,  Desire…