You’re a space in our lives which can’t be filled;
a gaping hole ripped from the fabric of our existence
when those who left before us were torn away.
You shape-shifter, you master of disguise,
your form is obscured from our sight.
You sneak up close while we’re unaware,
threatening to consume us.
Yawning invisibly, sometimes undetectably,
you’re a vacuum, forceful yet silent.
Like a black hole, you suck away light.
The complexity of emotions you leave in your wake
can distract, divert and dumbfound.
We have seen others build lives around you,
so will follow their lead, staying away from the edge.
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a lot of depth to this poem I feel you ❤️
I get the vibe that this is describing Death as the entity. And I fully understand your understated rage towards it. It deserves the scrutiny.
Well expressed, Ellie.
Kind of. It’s the gaping hole left without a loved one. Specifically Lauren.