Stages Of Grieve Poem by Paris Thulare

DENIAL
There is you, becoming a berg wind of what you see,
Yet the heart keeps skipping beats, whilst memories are are haunting.

ANGER
Everything your eyes sees from that moment on,
Becomes an enemy ship in your heart,
It rages with hatred and by then, no friend or family matters,
Not even a word of encouragement makes you feel better

BARGENING
Slowly the anger triggers such hatred that makes a nest in your chest,
An Amy of moods in cerebellum and then you become recruited in the game of emotions

DEPRESSION
Think of it black child,
Sitting there with a heavy heart and soul,
Eyes full of colunimbus clouds,
And oh! the mind sings you twitches and rocksonical rhymes.
Here you are, only balanced by pills, or your whole self collides