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Grief doesn't know time;
sometimes the gaping hole
death left in your heart
refuses to heal.
And that pain remains
as fresh as it ever was;
an unbearable ache
that never dulls.
But you adapt;
living the lie
your friends urge you to,
grieving a memory
while suppressing unfathomable pain.
And yet, your stubborn side,
and your emotional side,
knows that your pain
will never go away.
You've been broken
beyond repair,
wounded to your core.
And nothing matters;
anymore.
Grief fuels the pain
that ignites in your heart,
and those flames will never die.
Not until the two halves
of your severed soul reunite,
and once again, you are both made whole.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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