Grief
Grief
Time becomes years
Years become silence
Silence becomes numbness
Numbness become suicide
Suicide takes it's toll
As our hearts grow cold.
Grief
The loss of self worth.
Power to take away the things we do.
Live's are shattered comes unglued.
Shedding memories makes us feel blue.
No one ever knew.
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2018
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