The Cold Banquet

I remember The smudged ink in my note, every drops of tear that caused it The long moments I spent bent down Staring at my note Not wanting anyone to know what I was going through I remember The moments I lost, the sleepless nights The fear, the panic, the worry Everything that always knocked the air out of me However prepared I thought I was. I remember, Those moments when I tried, I tried to squash it, but the harder I tried the more unbreakable the pain became Every single action led to more and more worry More and more pain If it was death I could have handled it Cause it would have ended soon But what I felt was pain it was grief And the worst part was I didn’t know where it ached to treat. And it stayed and it swelled, a balloon of pain it became No longer able to hold itself, it burst It suited itself to spread To feast on what was left of me Little did it know it was too late Cause there was no body or mind for it to dwell And with the deceased it departed. In search for another body to feed on Another soul to feast on. Collecting memories on it's way Making memories for the living to remember The late.