einleuchtend | a poem about grief

grief is this calling

that turns its head

that grows head after head

faces to grow into

and out of

faces that lost touch

can’t be touched

look around

he’s dead

grief instead

of him

look around you

why do you


something makes you turn around

what do you think you should see

looking for what isn’t there

says who

grief awaits a declined return

messages unseen, unread

forever, but not in his head

you think you saw something


but it has shown up

your language is that of loss

your images have lost their mobility

and you stand in a room of death

and within you, the counterpart, the connecting thread

calling home your angels


My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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