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Grief

January 28, 2022
By Ailexi242 BRONZE, Ledyard, Connecticut
Ailexi242 BRONZE, Ledyard, Connecticut
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Grief is like the rivers of a cave, 

On the surface, it’s beautifully blue.

But deeper down its a never-ending black hole

Only filled with your thoughts and regrets.


Grief sounds like the sharp

 and scary stalagmites in a cave, 

dripping the tears of sorrow.

      Drip…

                   Drip…

                                Drip…

Every second of silence feels like a waste.


Grief tastes like the salt found underground, 

The taste of wishing that

You could have done something…

Anything.


Grief smells of a wet cave, 

Coal-colored Mold growing and growing,

Until it takes it over.

 

Grief is like the deepest part of a cave,

A deep 

           Dark 

                     Dangerous

                                        Place, 

seems like there’s no end.

 

Grief is like a sharp tiny hole to crawl through,

The tiny rocks constantly,

Stabbing you and stabbing you.

Until your heart…

breaks.



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Afra ELITE said...
on Feb. 6 2022 at 12:29 am
Afra ELITE, Kandy, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"A writer must never be short of ideas."<br /> -Gabriel Agreste- (Fictional character- Miraculous)

Powerful words you got there in this wonderful poem!!!★★★

on Jan. 28 2022 at 2:56 pm
ILiveToRead PLATINUM, Wailuku, Hawaii
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Such depth and growth of mind, you have felt much, it seems. Such unique expression of whole heart and mind.