A poem. Soul deep scars

Tears and blood run freely, my soul cracked wide, jagged edges catch against torn nerves and the smell of death lingers, in my mind as much as in the air.

So many memories lost, layered in my grief till some mornings I wake cheeks wet, dreams drenched in loss.

Death walks with me, ghosts sit beside me and regrets share my cross roads, always shadowing my choices.

I miss you all, those who passed, people who took part of my heart through the veil between now and what comes.

In the ink etched in my skin I remember, in the blood that ran down my back I ache for you and in the pain that needled flesh I branded my grief for all to see.

Monsters stalk my sleeping dreams, sadness greys my waking vision. Eyes blinded by tears, hands tremble, emotion ebbs and flows, over whelming then void of any.

Short of breath, totally alone, world goes grey, ugly in grief, silent howls, never stoping till world blacks.

Years pass and still it hurts, missing you in days of joy, walking alone while surrounded by ghosts, spirits who watch me smile through tears when memory comes.

Never will the world feel safe, never do I relax into the warmth of family and always do I carry you with me as I walk this path alone, eyes stop crying and sleep comes dreamlessly and always my world stays turning for I live so my ghosts may rest.