Without Them What Is There?
Zahira Branch ’22
The memories leave a bittersweet aftertaste as time marches on. It seems there are no words to describe what continuous loss can do to a person. The day will come when the grief becomes overwhelming and I will wish I too was gone. All the fun and all the achievements can cover the pain briefly, but I still mourn. Grief can be a burden and intensify with time. It can be a poison! The memories leave a bittersweet aftertaste as time marches on. Because they’re gone, I want to do nothing and everything all at once; I’m torn. Life keeps changing with or without my consent, as if these changes have a reason. The day will come when the grief becomes overwhelming and I will wish I too was gone. Remembering my time with them makes everything ache, and I question why I was born. The world seems dull without them. I no longer want to be in this melancholic condition. The memories leave a bittersweet aftertaste as time marches on. Sometimes the never-ending days pierce my side like a thorn. This grief will continue and so will my attempt at controlling it; of this I am certain. The day will come when the grief becomes overwhelming and I will wish I too was gone. Dreams of them or of the champion himself, death, leave my mind forlorn. And no matter how many good moments there are, without them I am always broken. The memories leave a bittersweet aftertaste as time marches on. The day will come when the grief becomes overwhelming and I will wish I too was gone.
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