10 October 2012
My grandpa passed one year ago tomorrow, Wish there was some joy to rid this forsaken sorrow.
This breaching sadness that I haven't felt in a year, The noticeable pain shown by my tear.
The tears are quick because it was a year ago. I should be past this, or at least they say so.
But I'm not past this, not one bit. His death left a hole, a deep darkness, an endless pit.
Endless Pit • Opuss № I