“The day she slipped beneath the surface for the last time, the river outside our window seemed to swell, mirroring the chasm opening inside me. Overwhelming Waves crashed not on a distant shore, but within the confines of my own chest. Grief wasn’t a single wave; it was the Turbulent river of my dreams, dark and Beckoning me to submerge…”
Tag: grief
A Father’s Grief in Rhyming Verse
His smile, a fleeting shooting star, replaced by chilling rest.
“Lost,” the word hung heavy, cold, a stone upon his chest.
The sun dipped low, painting the sky in hues of fading light,
His heart, a shattered mirror, reflecting endless night.
The news, a cruel joke’s punchline, twisted, dark, and mean,
His future, once a playground fair, became a haunted scene.
He paced the room, a restless ghost, memories sharp and bright,
Her touch, a phantom warmth, her smile, a beacon in the night.
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