No one thinks
of the lost
left behind.
A roomful of life
is easier to clean,
than one little
corner of death,
It stains everything,
every other surface it touches,
Every other life
that takes a breath.
Anyone that comes near.
It explodes into the air,
lingering like a radioactive cloud,
leaving the place uninhabitable
for countless years.
Loss is unbearable,
wearing you down,
a heavy weight
on slumped shoulders
but you wear it like a gown,
A wall of noise
is easier to withstand,
than standing on your
own deserted island,
without that single voice
vibrating through your mind.
The silence is devastating,
deafening,
like sitting in a sound proofed room,
with no light or touch,
just you and your thoughts
and you will think too much.
You feel it deep in the bones,
in the very atoms,
that something is universally wrong.
That never again
will you hear that song
sung in quite
that same way
and that never goes away
but day by day,
you learn to carry on.
Picking up
a little of the clutter,
and after time
has nursed you better,
you find the room
just a little clearer.
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