Grief Tormented
Anguish comes to me in the night,
With deep sorrow, I always fight;
Tears sadly, I cannot repress,
Grief tormented, I must confess.
Why do I have to live this hell,
In sadness will I ever dwell;
My life is one full of unrest,
Grief tormented, I must confess.
Ever, will I leave this lament,
Let go, and live in the present;
In poems sorrow I express,
Grief tormented, I must confess.
In a lovely cyber-world lost,
And from poem to poem tossed;
I pen my weeping in excess,
Grief tormented, I must confess.
And in gentle hands my words fall,
Before I can fly, this girl must crawl;
Each kind word is a sweet caress,
Grief tormented, I must confess.
I stand talking to the long past,
Tombs call to me, haunting and vast;
In writing, I share my distress,
Grief tormented, I must confess.
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February 25, 2016
Poetry/Kyrielle/Grief Tormented
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All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
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