The haunting voice follows me
the haunting voice follows me
as I search for that which I have lost
as I search for that which I have lost
haunting for that search, I have the voice
which follows me as I lost
Circling back through my emotions
circling back through my emotions
I am reacquainted with grief I thought buried
I am reacquainted with grief I thought buried
I am buried with my reacquainted emotions
I back through thought-circling grief
It will never fully end
it will never fully end
though I am not sure I want to forget
though I am not sure I want to forget
never forget I want to end
I am not sure it fully will though
I end the thought, as sure haunting me;
I want it buried— to that voice:
forget I am I, for emotions never follows.
Lost, I am grief with which,
circling, I will not fully search.
though, reacquainted, have my back through
The reptition works so well for this poem. It’s so powerful!
At some point in life, dear friend, we lose something/someone. My first loss was my parents at the age of 8. I still grieve! If I have my way into sheol, I’ll search for them.
This poem of yours is a gift!
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