Grief & Loss

In this quiet domain, sorrow speaks in fragments: unfinished farewells, ghosted embraces and the echoes of names we can’t forget. These poems trace the ache of absence and the fragile threads that bind memory to mourning.

Where silence inherits the shape of those we’ve lost.

Fed on Dirt

once infected we couldn't be restored

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Danced the Razor’s Edge

with one slice he would see me

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Ceased to Be Seen

the woke West works to weaken my mind

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Dearest Friend

saw beneath my mask to my crushed heart

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Big Daddy

each word I uttered, I heard your voice

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