Late Night Thoughts

How is it possible to still be so overcome by and overwhelmed with grief, with loneliness after so much time has passed? So many hours, days, weeks, months, and even years? And how does it simultaneously feel as if it’s all just one big dream, or nightmare? Logically, I know there can be no time

“A Bottle A Day” by Cortney Joseph

A bottle a day keeps the heartache away, Or so I thought I heard someone say.   Each sip reopens freshly healed wounds, drowning out good memories, clouding my mind with the pain of what will never be. Each sip leaves me clamoring for the return of a life now gone, stammering over sorrow filled

“3 a.m. & Heartbreak” by Cortney Joseph

The thought of you leaves a taste in my mouth so bitter when I dare to speak your name. Yet, sweet memories of time passed leave my confused heart aching to see you come running at my call. I wish I could hate you with all the strength I’ve been gaining to be free of

“The Weight” by Cortney Joseph

The thoughts weigh heavily, They invade my sense of peace, They take hold of me. They grow enraged and scold me, Loathe me for desiring to be free, And just a little happy. They weigh heavily.

“The Lonely Friend” by Cortney Joseph

I don’t feel… Seen. Heard. Loved. Cared for. Appreciated. I don’t feel thought of, Only called on when convenient. Only spoken of, and negatively, when I couldn’t give what was needed.