Grief Is Love With Nowhere To Go

Since your death I have been a rag doll puppet, in human form with limbs animated by invisible strings; like a ventriloquist my voice does not seem like me, it is a horrible sound and not from my heart; my head is hollow and my soul is in torture and lament. I begin each day with weeping tears of anguish, then, I put a mask on my marionette face to hide my hurt; like a ventriloquist I manage to speak the right words, but of course it is an act and not from my heart; my soul is aching and I am in agony and misery. At night I become a figurine of my former me, a beautiful statue with no spirit, or heart, cold to the world; like a ventriloquist my soul speaks of my loss and tears fall from my beautiful eyes invisible to all; my pain is boundless- it must be cloaked and veiled. Since your death I have become sorrow controlled, I loved you and now my grief is that love with nowhere to go; like a ventriloquist my voice is meaningless words, I wear my mask well, no one knows how pitiful I really am; and I let the strings take me- and I am just as dead. ____________________________ June 20, 2018 Poetry/Verse/Grief is Love With Nowhere To Go Copyright Protected, ID 18-1033-467-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Ventriloquist sponsor, Anthony Slausen Third Place