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…

Another restless night 

​...and when I close my eyes tonight again,  wait for whispers of sleep,  I know I might not hear a sound,  And my eyes will lay awake and weep.  . It's just another restless night,  Another time I won't sleep sound, But maybe if I dream of you,  It might feel like you're still around. …