Grief Is The Thing I Eat Poem by Anisa Tara

Grief Is The Thing I Eat

Rating: 5.0


Grief is the thing I eat,
I chew till it hurts,
Till everything falls apart.

He's the song I hear,
Ringing on repeat,
Day and night I hear him sing.

My eyes glazed over,
Tinted with grief,
He is all I see.

The face I open my eyes to,
The shadow in the corner,
The bed I come home to.

I eat but I'm still empty,
He takes the things he wants,
I don't recognize my body,
I've forgotten how to write,
Simple things startle me,
Everything is left unattended for him, that is just how he likes it.

I speak little, I say less
I numb myself with an endless stream of nonsense,
Desensitizing my senses
Something has stopped working
In it's stead he sits
Grief is the thing I eat

Wednesday, January 13, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kostas Lagos 13 January 2021

Extremely good poem

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Anisa Tara 15 January 2021

thank you kostas

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Unnikrishnan E S 12 July 2021

Something has stopped working /In it's stead he sits //Grief is the thing I eat.. Very sharp, penetrating poem. Driving the heart of the reader to his mouth. Chokingly emotional. Full score and onto myfav

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me poet yeps poet 15 May 2021

READ MY POEMY IN GRIEF BE BRIEF

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me poet yeps poet 14 January 2021

but eat it quickly then do read if you please my poem MOMS SMILES

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kyvin nash 14 January 2021

Beautiful painful piece, love this poem...bravo Anisa!

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Anisa Tara 15 January 2021

thank you kyvin

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Unnikrishnan E S 13 January 2021

Loved this nice poem.5 stars

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