Grief | Poetry
In the midst of grief The heart refuses to live There seems to be nothing beyond Except absolute imprisonment.
In the midst of grief The heart refuses to live There seems to be nothing beyond Except absolute imprisonment.
It must be hard To be silent and quiet Resisting the many chances To forcefully strike.
I am in utter darkness There is no light I am all alone There is no one with me The night has just begun Slow, dark hours slowly pass me by.
You stayed in my heart all these years And shared with me, my laughter and tears You comforted me when I was in pain And your attempts were never in vain How many times with you I did fight? And you took it all so light You taught me what life really is.