Sam - Poem by Ann Pattinson
The tear stained sheets surround me,
my head is pounding and throbbing,
my eyes swollen shut.
I lay motionless, the shock still seeping
through my body. Mind closed, soul locked,
and the contents of my heart are completely ripped out,
my heart sore and wounded;
it feels as if a scab will never
form. The loss lays heavy
on my weighted shoulders, my face completely drained of color.
My heart is aching and pulling inside of me, as I try to numb
the horrible pain that swells and screams within me.
Fresh saltwater tears form, and hysteric sobs build once more.
The confines of my room seem to enclose me,
and I feel suffocated, and nausea begins to form.
I’m suddenly trapped in a small, white bubble of pain and fear,
mourning and sorrow.
It was all too sudden, and I wince at the thought of the past few hours.
The constant stream of knocks on my door seems to blend into
the sobs and howls that rattle inside my chest,
the deep grief pulling me down into a
bottomless pit of nothingness. The emptiness and silence of my heart helps numb
the agony inside of my raw soul.
My heart feels so tender, as if just one single thought of her would tear it open,
and the grief and sorrow would ripple in,
rushing and churning into a tidal wave of agony.
My body shakes, the wretchedness of the situation washing
over me once more. The thought of her limp body once more makes my eyes spill
over as the tears come in rivulets.
My open wound is gaping,
as I pray to God to bring her back.
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