i wanted to write down exactly what i felt but somehow the paper stayed empty and i could not have described it any better. -wtm

by lina adams

grief is a house

where the walls no longer hold us

the halls have forgotten the sounds of laughter

all the food is spoiled.

grief is a body that never gets hungry

that could sleep forever

-and it would never be enough

a body that moves slower

-because nothing matters anymore.

grief is repetition

it is saying the same things over again

and over again

and over again

and over again

pretending they will someday make sense.

grief is empty walls 

empty space

and an empty heart 

where she should be.

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