Grief Poem
Silence makes death worse,
Loneliness enters the body,
Spreading infection through fear.
My voice is faint as a whisper.
I do not, and
I am not.
You were, and so
You are.
And winding down to the pit,
I cry out then laugh
Because,
He only sprinkled the ashes
Onto his old trainers.
Copyright © Grace Helen | Year Posted 2017
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