grief poem

The cup of grief contains such a bitter drink to consume
Burning as it moves through every part of an empty body


No longer is there any energy to even muster up a care


Surrounds and yet screams to the deserted soul
Its deafening roar an ever present reminder of what was lost


Who can fathom the feeling of losing hope that has not himself lost something so great


The weight of a body in grief can seem a ton
No way to get the knots in the stomach undone


To all emotion yet the storm of feelings controls the mind


The world spins on but for the one who mourns, time is frozen
Like the glaciers of the weary heart that yearns for the one who is gone

Bekah Lemonds


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