Betty Harp Butler Poet Rhyme

Grief

I awaken,
    And it is still there.
It hangs there beside me
   Like a garment I wear.

   I cannot shake it off,
   It clings like the dew.
First thought in the morning,
  And last in the evening too.

     All through the day
  I am reminded it is there,
By thoughts that fly backwards
     Stilled only by prayer.

      It is a heavy cloak
      I long to lay aside.
    I know I shall discard it
After all the tears have been cried.

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Faraz Ajmal August 20, 2017 at 9:22 AM A very sad but beautifully written poem, when you re in grief you truly needs someone to share it with someone and believe me it helps, your sincair friends are your best option when you re sad, they are the one who can heal you, loneliness only makes it more and never hold back tears, they also really help you in healing, and again I really like reading your poem