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Melissa Quinn Poem
You feel bone tired, you lay down
You stay wide awake, mind blown
Eyes red, skin puffy, chest sore
You dont know about anything anymore
Everyone appears to treat you like a bomb
You understand this problem
Your heart is heavy, not on your sleeve
So it is the way of it with grief
You stare at nothing a lot
No one wants to know the cost
It’s then you go back in memory
They were a main character in your story
It will never be as it was then
Thinking of that brings the pain again
You say the word wish too much now
But you would give anything to know how
People wasting life away becomes your pet peeve
So it is the way of it with grief
Don’t want to hear the people say it gets easier, NO
Anger is easier but that’s not the way to go
You feel raw, wrung out, a shell
You wallow in your own personal hell
Time to you is irrelevent
All your patience is spent
You just want to wind back the time
To have one more day would be sublime
You throw up until its dry heave
So it is the way of it with grief
They are all stuck on repeat
Sorry for your loss, you feel beat
They are in a better place now
You don’t really see how
All you see is pain and tears
This is all your worst fears
Time to lay them in the ground
Say goodbye, dirt on the box, a final sound
You find it so very hard to leave
So it is the way of it with grief
Time does pass and it eases slowly still
Please don’t poke my façade, it takes a lot of skill
The pain and the memories stay
It will become bearable to think of them one day
But now it rips and tears you up inside
It will become hard to hide
Your thankful for the time you had, however breif
So it is the way of it with grief
Copyright © Melissa Quinn | Year Posted 2023
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Melissa Quinn Poem
I know now that im older and have experience in matters of the heart
No matter what your head insists, it will want the opposite of smart
You will not be able to make it see reason or dissuade it from its desire
It will only beat in the flames of its own raging fire
It will jump and dance around if left to have its own way
But deprive it and it will soon start to decay
Such a fickle organ with which we carelessly give out
Trusting someone else with its care no doubt
After that so many things can happen or come about
It all depends on their choices and planned route
I feel like it’s a dangerous game we play to entrust
With all the confusion like is it love or is it lust?
How can we leave it up to chance?
Something as important as romance
When it decides its going to rise above
All the way full fledged love
Its over with and done now you can only wait
To see what comes of it, what is your fate?
Will it grow strong and become one for goodness sake?
Or will it take a brutal blow, shatter and break?
If only you could guide it with logic and rational thought from your brain
Maybe then love would make sence, instead it is labled insane.
Copyright © Melissa Quinn | Year Posted 2023
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Melissa Quinn Poem
I know now that im older and have experience in matters of the heart
No matter what your head insists, it will want the opposite of smart
You will not be able to make it see reason or dissuade it from its desire
It will only beat in the flames of its own raging fire
It will jump and dance around if left to have its own way
But deprive it and it will soon start to decay
Such a fickle organ with which we carelessly give out
Trusting someone else with its care no doubt
After that so many things can happen or come about
It all depends on their choices and planned route
I feel like it’s a dangerous game we play to entrust
With all the confusion like is it love or is it lust?
How can we leave it up to chance?
Something as important as romance
When it decides its going to rise above
All the way full fledged love
Its over with and done now you can only wait
To see what comes of it, what is your fate?
Will it grow strong and become one for goodness sake?
Or will it take a brutal blow, shatter and break?
If only you could guide it with logic and rational thought from your brain
Maybe then love would make sence, instead it is labled insane.
Copyright © Melissa Quinn | Year Posted 2023
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