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Grief, the Comforter.
The isle of her heart
drifts apart
Casting away from
her beloved hand.
Her amputated joy
Tangled in sorrow's noose
Grief, cradle this child
Within your satin glove.
Kneeling, rocking
Moaning rhythm.
The metronome grounds
Deep in this dark chasm
Murky, shallow tears
Mortified, glistening snot
Unsettling dishevelment
Begging any entity a kindling ear
Unsolved riddles
Doubts of life; unleash in
A furious, frenzied flood
That can never bring solace.
drifts apart
Casting away from
her beloved hand.
Her amputated joy
Tangled in sorrow's noose
Grief, cradle this child
Within your satin glove.
Kneeling, rocking
Moaning rhythm.
The metronome grounds
Deep in this dark chasm
Murky, shallow tears
Mortified, glistening snot
Unsettling dishevelment
Begging any entity a kindling ear
Unsolved riddles
Doubts of life; unleash in
A furious, frenzied flood
That can never bring solace.
Published 16th Sep 2010
| Edited 28th Sep 2010
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