I died today it was a tiny affair and no one came just me in your grave an unexpected deep well of what a twist in store the plot thickens and bends the shape of my heart to the debt of a slave that cannot ever fully be repaid I wept filled with regret having caused pain in the emptiness it's just you and me and causalities mess compounded and packed like the tightness in your chest when you cried clutching and grasping alone in the dark like dying in the street
J Stout
@DarkMoonMusings · 0:27
I had to listen to this a couple of times. There's so much pain in this piece. And yet, at the end, there is just this glimmer of hope, too. Like, maybe if you love enough, you can heal those wounds that you created. Or someone else created. This is beautiful
Arya Sunyata
@theheartdrive · 2:34
Thank you for replying and responding to this poem. Yes, there was a lot of pain when I wrote this. It was quite a few years ago. Someone I cared about a great deal was killed. And it was a very complex situation, but most definitely it was one of those types of situations where there's grief, but it's ambiguous because there's different types of grief and some grief is able to be expressed openly