Untitled Grief: Part 2 By Katherine Lightwood

Untitled Grief: Part 2

By Katherine Lightwood

My hands are tied with the empty grief I have in my heart,

Tolerable it is but it is stabbing my soul couldn’t let it depart.

I am scared beyond my limits, fearing tomorrow will be a misery,

I am ashamed of what I have now that once I called it my victory.

Now, all of it has vanished like a puff of smoke in this cold air,

Once I thought I owned my life, but now nothing seems so fair.

I am getting trapped on the continuous pattern of my own stupidity,

Disgusted by my own mistakes, I’ve become another name for morbidity.

I know, I know I am covering myself into a cozy blanket of self-loathe,

But somehow I am feeling the shame of my sins getting unclothed.

Searching desperately for a mask, to hide and stay,

Forgetting damages I’ve done, now shying away from the price I have to pay.

I am painting over and over above the canvas, to hide the black stain of my mind,

What a wishful thinking it is, as I am asking for the farthest star to get aligned.

Once I hated those naysayers, but all they were saying was true,

My thoughtless wishes are running away from me now and some already blew.

Now, I have to live in peace, tell myself it’s ok to play with the sword,

Just make sure to stay off the crowd, don’t fool yourself that you are adored.

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Katherine Lightwood