Eryona Writes! Copyright Law (c) 2024 - Present

  The Weight of Guilt The clock is ticking on the wall. I said I’d catch you when you fall. But I was late and so you fell. And now I’m left an empty shell. The weight of guilt, it feels so strong. My mind consumed by what went wrong. And what you did, it’s hard to believe. I feel your loss and cannot breathe. I failed my friend and I can’t rescind. I try to feel you on the wind. But I guess that you are really gone. And that your spirit has moved on. In the mirror I see your face. And I hope you’re wrapped in heaven’s grace. All I know is I miss my friend. I hope one day my heart will mend. But for now I live in pain. The way you left is so insane. I cry out to you on fallen knees. But you don’t respond to my tortured pleas. Yet every time I shed a tear. I like to think you might be near. But the clock still ticks upon the wall. Reminding me I missed your call. And when I hear your laughter on the breeze. I think it helps in small degrees. I hope one day to forgive myself. For not...

Mama, How I Miss You Mama, how I miss you Life is not the same I have survivor's guilt I feel like I’m to blame I’m supposed to carry on But I don’t know how to do it How can I keep going Without you here to help me through it Some days I hear your whisper In a breeze or a moonbeam But when I reach to hold you You vanish like a dream I try to be so strong I smile, I fake, I cope But deep inside, I’m begging For one more thread of hope I wish that I had said more I wish that I had known That you’d be gone so quickly And I’d face this world alone I talk to you in silence I cry when no one sees I hope you hear my aching heart When I drop down to my knees But maybe love like ours Can never break or die And maybe when I miss you You’re the warmth behind the sky But sometimes in the quiet When I’m crumbling at the seams I feel you wrap around me Like sunlight in my dreams Mama, how I miss you I hope you know how much you meant I swear you’re here right now For I smell your powdered scent...

Grief Is An Ocean Grief is an ocean. The pain are the waves. You’re surrounded by water. Trapped in it for days. It comes and it goes. It can last your whole life. Millions of ripples. That slice like a knife. It pulls you down in silence. Just when you catch your breath. A current made of memories. A tide that speaks of death. But floating in the sorrow, Are fragments of the past. The laughter and the love, That somehow seem to last. The shoreline feels so distant, But it’s always drawing near. Each tear you cry a compass, To the ones you hold most dear. And though the storm may linger, And salt still stains your skin, You’re learning how to navigate, The aching world within. So let the waters rise and fall. You’ve learned to ride their flow. Grief may never leave you, But you choose the way you grow. For in your chest, a lighthouse, Still bravely dares to burn. A beacon lit by love, For those who won’t return. You might walk with absence, But you don’t walk alone… you’re whole. You c...