"Grief must not be stifled; it must have tears, an outlet, a sigh, words."
Quote by - Constance
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I have not visited for a year, oh, in truth your spirits are not here; as E.E. Cummings wrote, "I carry you in my heart," here, there is a cold stone with your names now part. You are buried, your bones decay, you are engraved; and with deep grief- I am forever, ever enslaved. ____________________ July 15, 2022 Poetry/Rhyme/Grief Enslaved Copyright Protected, ID 07-1473-702-15 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poems, No. 49 sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 07/24/2022 Third Place
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