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Grief
Grief may be the thing with feathers
but it latches on and weighs a tonne
it clings and stings and also tethers
whenever you’ve a loved one, gone
shock struck first, still in disbelief
I thought by next morning you’ll be here
I’ve two lumps now, both made of grief
their burden feels so very sheer
heaps of memories rush to me
of all the laughter, such happy times
you were a bringer of joy and glee
now sorrow chose to skip the line
but it latches on and weighs a tonne
it clings and stings and also tethers
whenever you’ve a loved one, gone
shock struck first, still in disbelief
I thought by next morning you’ll be here
I’ve two lumps now, both made of grief
their burden feels so very sheer
heaps of memories rush to me
of all the laughter, such happy times
you were a bringer of joy and glee
now sorrow chose to skip the line
Published 16th Jun 2023
Author's Note
Last week I received shocking news of my best friend’s passing due to a gastric leak after a gastric sleeve surgery and I’m still struggling to get over it. I’m taking my time but I loved him, he was truly one of a kind and I still at times feel like it wasn’t true and it didn’t happen. This is one of those poems where I didn’t have to think at all about which word goes with which word, it all just emerged spontaneously with little thinking involved.
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