The Thought Of Your Loss Is Too Heavy A Grief Poem by Aglia Nost

I miss you already my darling dear, for my love for you is uncontrably, uncomfortably, sencere

I love you already despite knowing the dangers of having you near

I hate already for my life's shed you've torn apart, dear

All the beauty, all the shine, all the interest, all the mystery and the impatience have vanished because of you, destuctive, dear

And now only the truth, only their essence can I see. Nothing but a repetitive routine lies forever ahead of me.

Blinded by a truth deeply unwanted, a truth too hurtful, too brutal, too real

Deaf of the nothingness that goes on inside them

Disabled of their meanigles gestures that have no aim but to physically excite them

Made stupid of their meaningless quests, mariages, diet pills, aimless reports and tests

Dead of their pride to be just another cloud in the sky.

Rotten from the loss of a presence that covers all the bad of life.
A presence that gives bones to wonder and flesh to dreams. A presence that life and emotion, even to those dead born beings, brings.Drained from the lifelessness that brigs the absence of your wings.