
Grief it ebbs, like wind it flows
Or moontide waves, it ever grows
You feel much better, think it quick
Then sorrow hits and makes you sick
You feel so guilty, as if weak
You should move on, no more to speak
Around you life it has no time
There is no reason for this rhyme
You think it hard? These hurts we face?
There’s much that comes to take its place
We must buck up and show some strength
You don’t need rope of any length
To pull you through this passing fracture
We must go on, it’s only natural…
But I’ll not listen, hands on ears
I’ll shed as many salty tears
Go over visions in my head
That keeps the beast of woe well fed
And only when that wick has burned
When simple joys to life return
Will I concede that, yes, it’s true
Though it’s the hardest thing to do
To overcome, to fill that space
Admit that love may be replaced
But from the pain? I shan’t be free
For that’s the catch of memory…
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