The Real Grief
Hearts are swollen,
Tears are a constant flow.
People are morning,
But it’s all just for show.
Clad in black,
I sit on the last aisle.
A veil covers my face,
My eyes are quiet.
I’ll say a few words,
Just so they know I care.
But I know that you know,
Because I was always there.
A labyrinth of emotions,
Has engulfed me so deep.
The unshed tears,
Slowly piling up in a heap.
Agony, anger, angst,
Stifle my mind.
A tranquil place,
Is getting harder to find.
It makes me incensed,
To see them cry.
They didn’t know you,
How could they, when they didn’t try?
And yet they are here,
Saying that they loved you,
But I sit quiet,
Because I still do.
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