Grief
Trying to make sense of it all through poetry.
By Lucy PerrinPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Grief, to grieve
It’s blood loss from an old wound
That never stops it weep.
Not concrete, it’s the interchanging spiral, between victory and defeat.
An endless need
It’s the moments that you resent yourself for the air that you breathe.
For not taking heed, of their company,
The person you long to see.
"For a few minutes this morning I’d forgotten you’d left me."
But you and me, are still a we,
We are.
We are family.
An invisible tether that’s between us forever.
You in the sky, a million miles away from sight,
But always in my mind's eye.
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