Grievance before Death
My heart sinks dire,
Blood clots forming a nest,
It almost seems impermeable,
Yet I’ve long been put to rest.
What’s seen as trivial-
My soul and heart whimper,
For a call, hope, anything to linger.
They seek out my amiability,
Along with sheets of tears and gold,
It almost seems unpredictable,
How one can make me out as so loved.
Please… listen closely-
I call out to you last once more…
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