Grief

Photo by Basil Samuel Lade on Unsplash

Lying in this riverbed.

I look into the sky.

Everyone I love is dead.

Yet, I can’t even cry.

I try and think of memories

but still have yet to find.

Aligning all the symmetry.

Of this thing which we call life.

Falling down through my life’s sins

I try to find the words

For where I end and Life begins,

The line is rather blurred.