Thursday, February 1, 2018


Grief is a wall today
Too high to climb
Broad and unmoving 

Grief is a wind today
Whispering through my hair
Quiet but undeniable 

Grief is a knife today
Sharp in the stomach
Twisting with memories

Grief is water today
Dripping on my head
Like a leaky faucet

Grief is a tornado today
Ripping up the firm
Scattering my thoughts

Grief is certain today
But tomorrow may not be
Or will wear a new mask

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