GRIEF Poem: A Branched Tree, by Dina Mistry

A branched tree, shattered leaves,
leaves that don’t determine anything.
Seasons that made the branched tree feel something is ultimately preparing
the branched tree to be unfazed.
The ultimate doomsday, my ultimate demise.
A branched tree is my entity,
my serenity and my unfazed hatred toward the supremacy.

Crumble

Crumble, Crumbling is all I can hear.
Despite everything all I feel is hopeful.
Hope is the only thing that protected me from disdaining myself.
Endless darkholes yet all I can see is him.
The light of my demise.
A light who told me, “It’s fine, I am here for you.”
Hope of my wavering world, a hope who is keeping my very existence
ALIVE.

Lizard

A lizard looked at me as I lay on the bed
hyperventilating….
It calmed me whereas my birth giver made my condition worse.
I was always in the fault, but a lizard calmed me.
It checked up on me, when no one dared to break the shell which I
desperately want.
A lizard calmed me down
as I stared down on his photo.

Scapegoat

I let myself to be the villain of something which I didn’t corrupt yet if I didn’t
let myself get framed for it,,
chaos, disruption would befall on the person, to whose life I deliberately
destroyed…….
I became the scapegoat for the vengeance’s bride.
I cold-heartedly swallowed those pills for hours despite knowing it would
cause nothing except for minor inconvenience to my body, but a permanent
scar to my soul.

Nothing

Nothing is my nemesis.
Nothing is what created me…
Nothing is what defines my existence.
A void of an inescapable destiny-intertwined in my fate.
A realm of nothingness.