I Drown
Feeling dark and hostile walking without purpose into the trees out of the sun sliding down the ravine taking me into its arms a child screeching from loss unbearable too deep to comprehend the earth turns to mud around feet stained in the blood of grief - the sky cries and I drown.
The imagery is so wrapped in pain…I feel the deep despair, Carrie. Beautifully written, from the experience we all have, at some point in our life. ❣️
I don't disbelieve that grief can reach the level of madness. So the griefstricken person in your poem doesn't surprise me by seeming to be driven in that direction. Profound grief can throw one a very long ways out of orbit, can be quite significantly mind-altering. I think your poem conveys very well the loss of presence of a person helplessly dragged into grief's deepest trenches. The poem has genuine power. The force of the shock, which you virtually made audible, blasts straight through it. My compliments.