Grief is like
A sharp daunting knife
Stabbing you at all your weakest points
In the heart
A wave
Cascading
Descending over you
Filling you
Washing you out
Until you are completely consumed by your sorrow and mourn
Until your mind is altered
Your vision that was once crystal clear
Now a blur of tears
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Ashes of My Mind
PoetrySome poems I wrote to have an outlet for expression. Basically just things I wish I could say.
