Anguish
is a mental pain,
a bereaved mother's sorrow;
and anguish
is a numbing pain;
it isn't such a horror
as thorns
crushed round a helpless head,
barbed wire flung into the face;
grief
may be the living dead
but not a contorted grimace.
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