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My Grief poem in its latest incarnation.
Grief is;
the last embrace
the final breath.
Grief is;
the last light in the eyes,
the fading warmth in bed.
Grief is;
the last thing
the final companion.
Grief is;
before darkness,
before nothing.
I have to get out of this; stop wallowing.
I need to stop talking about it with you because i fear it's become self indulgent. This is what i'm saying here; why we hold onto grief, because grief is still a connection. One more line.."Grief is the fingers trailing across the closed casket."
Grief is;
the last embrace
the final breath.
Grief is;
the last light in the eyes,
the fading warmth in bed.
Grief is;
the last thing
the final companion.
Grief is;
before darkness,
before nothing.
I have to get out of this; stop wallowing.
I need to stop talking about it with you because i fear it's become self indulgent. This is what i'm saying here; why we hold onto grief, because grief is still a connection. One more line.."Grief is the fingers trailing across the closed casket."