Oh, my unpleasant grief which I hide from prying eyes.
Do you seek the solace of isolation?
Oh, my sombre grief that lay behind ash-covered glass.
Where did you throw my darling rose?
Oh, my quiet grief which hides behind a stoic lip.
What requiem will you sing with my soul?
Oh, my haunting grief that plagues my mind.
Why does your plague bring such cruel silence?
Oh, my unyielding grief which holds me concealed in its embrace.
Why does your frigid hand touch my heart?
Oh, my heartbreaking grief that pulls me below the surface.
Why do you choose such arctic waters?
Oh, my bitter grief which makes my tongue taste vile.
Where has my appetite for life gone?
Oh, my starving grief that plays with a shadowed veil.
Why do I feel so tired?
Oh, my darling grief who always sits beside me.
Don't ever go.
Oh, my kind grief that lay next to me.
Don't let me feel.
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Lament of the Soul
PoetryHave you ever felt overwhelmed by grief? Has your life ever felt worthless and devoid of purpose? Have your plans for your future ever crumbled down before your feet? Overcoming hardship is challenging for everyone but maybe when I write, the next s...
