It’s brazened and extremely evil
The way grief creeps into our lives
Only to extinguish love before us
It’s terrifying- losing a loved one
Knowing within our broken hearts
There’s really nothing we can do
Nothing within our fixed power
To undo, the vast wreckage we feel
In our minds, souls, or lost words
We gag and choke on its sour truth
Longing to save a part of our heart
Because we’re lesser- without them
Guilt yokes us in an apathetic fashion
Adding to our raw bleeding… wounds
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Poet of the Light © 2021
The Reluctant Poet 