Grief

• Posted by: Jessica Emma
• Created: May 26, 2020
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Do you know the grief I feel being ignored by you?

When I tell you my needs and you cannot seem to hear,

Not once, twice or trice.

I am like an abandoned cat. Begging, pleading

for my basic needs

of food, of love, of shelter, of opinion, of voice, of knowledge, of survival

I need to be seen and heard.

When it’s enough, I erupt.

When it’s erupt, I cry, scream,

At the top of my lungs, and you cannot hear me still.

“What can I do for you to listen to me?”

You say,

But I think.

“What can I do for you to do what I say?”

You say,

But I have no interest in.

“What can I do for you to be happy?”

I tell you,

Yet you cannot hear.

I wail.

My grief consumes me,

consumes the walls, the furniture

the neighbourhood, your ears.

Yet you cannot hear me still.

I wail,

Like the child who lost a toy,

Like the

mother who lost her child.

Wailing in pain.

Do you know the grief I feel being unheard by you?

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