Loss
Loss.
It’s a sad emotion.
It hurts to feel.
It happens,
even though we don’t want it.
I hate it.
We all should hate it.
Those who don’t,
well they’re just psychotic.
We all experience loss.
Whether it be:
the death of a family member,
a pet running away,
the ending of a friendship.
It’s always there,
and it’s always prominent.
I’ve experienced it recently.
I loathe saying this,
but it’s true.
I’ve lost someone dear to me.
He was the best person I’ve ever met.
He made me happy,
truly happy.
I felt safe in his arms,
protected in his hold.
He made the voices disappear.
He made my problems go away.
Now he’s not here,
and all I feel is numb.
The pain of the rubber,
the only thing that makes me feel.
The sharpness of a pencil,
makes me feel alive.
I wish he was here.
I want him here.
I need his warmth,
I need his protection.
I need his voice,
to tell me everything’s ok.
I need his hold,
to know that I’m safe.
I need him.
But I lost him.
And I hate that I’ll never have him again.
Copyright © Eli Arendel | Year Posted 2023
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