Darkness my good companion,
Offering me solace as the world slumbers
Masking my bleeding
As the pillow soaks in tears
Shed in silent pain at the dead of night
My heart threatens to cease
In a grief so familiar, yet fallen from memory
It feels new, but I have been here before
Mourning the dead not the living
How much longer can I endure it?
Would that I was a stone
Cold as ice
Unfeeling
Unbothered,
But, I’m only human
Susceptible to pain
To a thin veil between sanity and insanity
To tears and turmoil
To cracks and breaking
To losing and carrying on
To healing and peace
The Village 