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Eva Bosch Poem
Grief is an earthquake, sudden and unforgiving,
Splitting the ground beneath your feet,
Turning the familiar into fractured ruin.
It shakes the foundations of who you are,
Toppling memories like crumbling buildings,
Leaving nothing but dust where laughter once stood.
Aftershocks linger in the quiet moments,
A tremor in your chest, a crack in your voice.
You try to rebuild, but the landscape has changed-
The world tilts differently without them in it.
Some days, you step forward, thinking the worst has passed,
Only to stumble as the earth quivers once more,
A song, a scent, a whispered name-
And suddenly the fault lines widen,
Swallowing you whole in a moment’s collapse.
Times move on, but the wreckage remains,
Slowly, painfully, you clear the rubble,
Learning to build around the gaps,
Knowing the scars will never fade,
But hoping, one day, the ground will hold steady again.
And as the years pass, you realize-
No matter how many walls you raise,
Or how many roads you pave over the broken earth,
You are still standing in the ruins of what once was,
Waiting for a home that will never be rebuilt.
Copyright © Eva Bosch | Year Posted 2025
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Eva Bosch Poem
Yes I may smile
But after a while
Maybe someone will see
This will never be me
Yes in fact
Its all an act
I am not happy
I am not proud
Im sad on the ground
Dying through a smile
Hidden on trial
The struggle so big
But no one to dig
Me out of this ditch
Please someone tell me its a glitch
And I really may be
One day
Me.
Copyright © Eva Bosch | Year Posted 2025
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Eva Bosch Poem
I see the lines, I trace the skin,
I swear this time won’t start again.
The pain fades fast, but not for long,
The ache remains, the pull too strong.
I see the lines, I hide them well,
A silent scream, A private hell.
If only I could yell,
Help,
But if I reach, if I let go,
Maybe someone else will know.
Maybe, It's my time to go
I guess we’ll never know…
Copyright © Eva Bosch | Year Posted 2025
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Eva Bosch Poem
If only I knew
What all this would do
I never meant
To be broke and bent
I try and try
But its never enough
And just like that
I call their bluff
Im broken and hurt
Blown off like dirt
But I hide away
The emotions I face
As if put on a hidden display
And the only one who will ever see
Is me
My heart is shattered
My brain is dead
But secretly
I pray and I hope
That maybe this slope
Will come to an end
Maybe one day my heart will mend
But the scars still remain
And so does the pain
I whisper my fears
But no one can hear
So now Im trapped in a cycle
Of blood, hurt, and tears.
Copyright © Eva Bosch | Year Posted 2025
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