Grief - Poem by Tan Pratonix
Rare are the moments of grief
And unlikely to heal.
There was a time I spoke unfeelingly
Of grief. I said,
'What is grief compared to bodily pain? '
Now I know there are moments
When the mind is riven,
When the burning bottomless pit
Is all hell
And there is no heaven.
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