I sit in the silent screaming of my heart
It’s to quiet and too loud in here
I want to say so much
To just get the words out
Soft words
Beautiful words
They don’t come
Don’t surface though the muddled mess of my mind
What stage of grief is this
Bargaining with nothing to offer
Rage with no outlet
What happens when acceptance comes
Hand in hand with the familiar numbness
My eyes so dry now I don’t think them ever capable of tears again
What is life, after death
Evermore 
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