Succumbing to interior sadness at times, no way around or
through it except experiencing it first hand, insistent
tears spilling from this heart.
Etching the pain deeply within, it's scars already there
seeping through memories, love of those who have died lie
stinging my eyes, tugging at my heart deftly.
Wishing for a reprieve of sorrow intensely affecting life
daily, rapping at my brain, anguish never letting up even
for a moment, nothing easing the hurt of missing those you
have loved.
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