You Passed Away

A poem about death

Credit:Boyloso

Yesterday, you passed away, but yesterday still feels like today.

It’s like that day never ended and it just keeps going in an endless loop to infinitum.

Like a ghost from the past, the memories come. Are they good or are they bad?

Everything is the same but it’s all different.

I don’t know if I am sad or numb, if you’re here or gone, if it’s then or now.

Everything just runs together.

My life force is drained and I don’t want to care about anything.

I curl up in my ball and squint my eyes forever.

Written by Holly Kellums

Featured by author

The Edge of Hope and The Thousand Shade Woman

Eremophobia — An inability to Bear Living in One’s Own Skin

Connect with me on My Website or social — Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and LinkedIn