Posted: March 10, 2009 in creativity

Grief, that

2-headed beast,

I write from within

my own experience

shouting tears

that open up the abyss

of longing

that shut down

the song.


Where is the light

the beacon that

pulses hopeful messages

on a stormy night

You, no longer there

to occupy the hollow

beside me in the bed.

You gentle, soft flesh

presssed against my side,

a leg wrapped round

my thigh.


The pillow,

inconsolably wet

as I remember the soft,

warm mist of your

breath on my face.

Gone now to a graveyard

of memories,

i hug my own skinny arms

willing your face beside me

beside my self

with grief.


[a poem by Helena Wong]



  1. Sruthi says:

    The painting is beautiful. I’d like to link to it in a web story. Can you please let me know who the artist is, so that I can give a proper credit?


  2. Cajun Pauley says:

    I too would like to give proper credit if you could provide me with the artist’s name. Thank you.

  3. leeann says:

    I love it. I would also love to know the artist or if this is available for sale

  4. Lexy says:

    I love this painting… who’s the artist.

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