You may think you know the grip that loss has on your soul

Until you experience a death for yourself

I’m not referencing the overwhelming pain of losing a parent or grandparent but rather the sharp pain in your heart that splices through you like a sword once someone is out of your life for good

How can the earth keep turning? 

How do the stars come out at night? 

Is it possible that the sun will still set in an endless cycle of meaningless days? 

Does life go on when the world stops for one of seven billion? 

She seems cold now

It’s a feeling I know all too well

The soft side of me letting my guard down and embracing her with all the love I can offer 

Her guards are up though

Her walls stand thousands of miles high 

Death

Say it out loud

How does it feel on your tongue? 

A simple world

One syllable, five letters 

A wrath that spares nothing-

Not even the most innocent of creatures, those who have done nothing but bring joy into this cruel universe

To her beloved best friend, 

There was nothing but emptiness once she was gone from my life

She left behind a void in my soul that can’t ever be filled

It may grow smaller with time, but can never be replaced

Just as you may try to patch up an old pair of jeans, the hole is still visible underneath. 

Putting makeup on a pimple is just the same. 

No matter what, the blemish cannot be disguised 

Even as I age and the memories slowly become background noise 

I will never forget that feeling of sadness

It’s tentacles wrapped around my train of thought, sucking all happiness and color.

The grip is never ending

It’s clutch so tight, when it lets go it will leave a infinity shaped void forever