Dark Poetry

Grief

Died in vain

It didn't give me rest

Here I did not want to go

 

From horror I flew 

Only to fall into despair

From loneliness I tried to escape

Only to awaken in deep blackness

 

And no god who holds me here

No arm that supports me  

Nobody who hears my dirge

 

And so I cling to my sister 

Insinuate my concerns to her

Feed her worries

And attack her health

 

Who shows me the door to the light.

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de