The waves is following me
And clashing against the reefs.
I'm lost in these seven seas of
Grief. I tried to sail away, but
The way turbulence made me
Sway I fell into the bottomless
Sea. Shoreline isn't in sight or
My eyes too tarnished to see
The land of promise. I'm going
To die, aren't I? Please be honest,
I rather die on this reef then
Continuing swimming in the
Sea of Grief.
Good Grief Write
I love water images and sea lore in poetry.
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Battered Grief
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Bad grief on waves of conflict
pull me down into vortex
and deep water. Loss as a boat
overturns, breaks up on
ragged reef, sinks.
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Bad grief is like the board
that splinters and breaks away
to float topside to tell the shore born
loss was great here.
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Lady A
09-23-15
920p
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