Grief

Grief. What is grief?
Is it wallowing miserably in your belief,
No matter how hopeless it seems?
Even when your dreams are splitting at the seams?

A howl echoes from the depths.
A dagger pierces my heart.
The pain reverberates all around me.
With no one to let me be.

All of my actions are scrutinised in detail.
Like the clothes in a retail.
Like an untamable creature longing to be liberated from its agony.
Instead of being observed like a mahogany.

Rain, rain pour down on me.
Drown me in your embrace and set me free.
Set me free from my bereavement.
Ah, ah, the tears pour endlessly
As life goes on relentlessly.


(submitted by Elizabeth)

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