365 Poems/ 2 – Grief
Grief is complicated.
Like a tide, it never rests entirely.
I want to chew bullets
until all of my teeth break,
and my mouth bleeds.
Until I have something else that hurts
other than my heart.
I’m having these flashbacks
to the hospital, and the small room
where you spent the final hours of your life.
I am experiencing all those moments
when I couldn’t speak, but wanted to scream
for the doctors who were all absent,
I hold my breath, until the grief passes,
like smoke from a dampened fire.