This Is Not a Poem

This is my heart,
And all the pain,
The memories,
I couldn’t tame.

It’s the hurt,
And the loss,
The date on the calendar,
I couldn’t cross.

This is not a poem,
Because words fail sometimes.

This is a reminder,
That grief has come to stay.

This is a punch in the gut,
The unshed tears, the unanswered wails,
And everything I have lost.

This is not a poem.

This is the song of a defeated soul,
Sung on a guitar with broken strings,
And every time the chorus comes,
I feel like this is the end.