Grief
It is a rumbling injury
in the middle of me
It is as a living thing
It squeezes and pulls
at the very core of my life
and I think I hear it laugh
It is a monster, a fiend
and it has no love for me
Rather it feasts upon my joy
and spits it out.
Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
I too have met this monster...but eventually, we see the new sunrise...No promises of when, but in its own time...Be strong! Peace and love! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
I too have met this monster...but eventually, we see the new sunrise...No promises of when, but in its own time...Be strong! Peace and love! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Chris Jibero
A good write.But trash the monster.
A good write.But trash the monster.
anushmadhu
realistic and poetic verse
realistic and poetic verse
Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
I know the pain of grief...very well versed here. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
I know the pain of grief...very well versed here. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
Vito
well-crafted.
well-crafted.
very sad