Wallowing in Despair?
Grief & EvolutionWallowing in the despair?
The earth was not built to hold these hefty words.
Enough to drown.
Drifting lower, down, down, to infinity and beyond.
The weight settles in the chest,
heavy as if lead is filling the lungs,
pulling you deeper with every breath.
Can you withstand the gravity of it all?
Is this what you wanted all along?
An evolution?