If I Screamed, I Would Split The Earth In Half

Poetry for Grieving Ones

i’m afraid if i let myself grieve i will go mad
i feel if i screamed
the world would split in half

i felt the abyss, the kind you talk a walk with and 
don’t come back from, 
creep back in

its not an easy pill to swallow, another dead friend, 
nor is it an easy thing to process, 
suicide as 
cause of death

nor do i forget the screams of her next of kin as i 
made that call
it was not the first time i’ve been at ground zero of 
someone’s worst nightmare 

something tells me it will not be the last. 

i am amazed at how simple, shallow and easy some peoples lives are, 
and it almost sends me to a rage

i am camouflaged against my will..