By Nevaeh Phillips

October 25, 2023

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Grief is unfulfilling.

It comes back and leaves you hungry, it comes in the daylight or no light at all

When you’re left alone on holiday weekends because your family is dead and everything is changing,

who am I to argue with people in their grief?

Everytime you hear the snoring of another flat-faced dog, but yours is buried in a cedar bed.

When your neighbour finds you says his condolences, and then calls your only living dog ugly.

You hear the name of an old, dead friend, were we really ever friends though?

I get angry, I punch mattresses, but never you.

Never ever you, you are grieving too.

But I am upset, angry, I am never truly accepting.

Nevaeh Phillips

Nevaeh Phillips has grown up in a small town, they still have a lot of growing to do. His poetry is inspired by the people he knows and the natural earth around her. She has two amazing partners and some amazing friends. Nevaeh works for a professor, removing invasive plants in the summer and they’ll continue to write poetry in the future. You can find them on Instagram @the_poet.the_artist