Oh, the Grief, the Stabbing --
Grief penetrates a person with untold,
pain and sorrow, a life lost, ever cold;
the puncture, the piercing permeates deep,
a thick mask hides the truth that comes in sleep.
I want to shout loud with booming screams,
memories and sadness swirl in my dreams;
I am empty, alone in my torment,
aching, bursting with sad disappointment.
On my knees, I ask God, when will this end?
When will this shattered heart finally mend.
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February 28, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Oh, the grief, the stabbing --
Copyright Protected 02-645-372-28
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Entered in the Standard contest, Pierced,
sponsor Rob Carmack, N/A, Judged 03/2015
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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