Grief: the Price of Love
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Grief flows over me like ocean waves_
My heart is jagged pieces and my soul is broken;
Sometimes, I have difficulty breathing in air;
And stand weeping for hours at graves;
My friends tell me I am quiet and soft spoken;
True, I am in a fog of despair.
I am on a long spiritual ramble;
Sometimes- at nothing for moments I stare;
And I smile though I am heartbroken;
So today, I gather my strength to take a gamble:
But, my grief stays in a tear.
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April 23, 2021
Poetry/Curtal Sonnet/Grief: The Price of Love
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1348-689-23
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Grief in 12 lines or less
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 04/27/2021
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
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