Grief Stories

I was walking alone Lady Moon high above Guiding my steps leading the way The Sky was dark Black as tar The only light was her shimmering Love She looked at me with a watchful eye As I sat on the Sand, hands covering my face Distraught and Restless, as I cried My Heart was empty, sad and worn My days were null and full of pain My Soul was Shattered and Torn My nights were Sleepless and in Vain My eyes quickly changed from...

The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weight as I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me as it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. A nerve-numbing tingle spreading through me from the hard wooden slats reminds me of just how long the drive up here was. I shift uneasily, my hand wrapped protectively around the brass key that will unlock the door to a place that used to feel like home. I...

The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weightAs I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me As it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. So I continue to rock, My feet never leaving the ground, The swing never being allowed to do what it was built to do.The creaking comforts me. The rocking soothes me. No crickets chirping here tonight.No frogs croaking. Only silence. And the sound of a creaki...