Poem: Please let me sit

About this Episode

Please let me sit in the Dark

Please let me sit in the Dark,
Please let me sit in the Dark

I want to cradle
My grief
I’m not alone
I’m swimming
With the tide

I want to let it wash
I want it to drown me
I want to touch the deep
Pebbles
On the seabed
Only then
Can I surface

Don’t worry

‘Don’t worry
It may never
Happen’

I won’t
It
Already
Fucking
Has

Please don’t judge

The way someone grieves

The way someone grieves
Is up
Or mostly down
In my experience
To them.

Their way of coping
With their loss
Their emptiness
Their fucking Void
of Oblivion

(Now that’s a
Good title for a
Death Metal album)

Is not chosen
But is instead
A necessary
Survival tactic

Whatever helps
Them/ us /me
(Of course I mean, me, me, me)
through
We’re doing their best

Let them
I mean
Us
I mean
Me

Make our mistakes

We’re trying our hardest

Under very difficult circumstances