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Ache
"Grief is the price we pay for love. " Queen Elizabeth II Ache, ache, aching is my soul for those whose, breathing pulse is no more; coffin closed their bones decay to dust, death, oh death you are a thief that comes creeping. Each night my memories drift, drift, and my fathomless tears could fill oceans; grief is a dark cloak I wear, help me Lord to let go of this sorrow. Inside me it dwells always, always, just last night spirits visited me while I slept; kissing my hair and whispering softly, Lord, I am weeping, weeping. My beautiful, my beautiful loved ones I miss you so, nothing leaves ... for not a single memory do I forget; oh, my heart is broken and shattered, yet I put on a mask of happiness and go about my day. Quietly, I fill my days with art and writing words in forms, resting the ache inside of me for awhile; six feet under, six feet under, rest in peace I murmur, till death unites us in Heaven. Until we stand hand to hand in the Lord's temple, visions and hallucinations come to me in the night; and with fingers weary ... I write, write and do my art, xenophobia is a fear I hold for losing people. Yet, to let go of this grief means that all is gone beyond; and zephyr winds will blow away the love forever.
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