The Process of Grieving
D is for denial, but that was always more your bit than mine.
There is no letter for sleeping but never dreaming and only wasting time.
A is for anger, but I dropped that feeling long ago and yet I was never free.
For my anger burns but for you I have nothing but cold hatred that lives inside of me.
B is for bargaining and if I were to give anything of note
It would be every lesson you ever taught us shoved straight down your throat.
D is for depression and what an irony, long ago that gift was already given to me.
As you lashed out, I slashed myself and learned how to bleed.
A is for acceptance but if I were to tell the truth
It was long ago that I stopped grieving for you.