Grief

Grief

A Poem by A Moore

Perhaps we exist to ultimately destroy ourselves

We bathe in misery and pain
And engorge in pleasure

Oh, let us
This spare moment
Let us bask in our own glory

Look out, you see!
There lies us all
Dead as the days we lived

© 2025 A Moore


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Added on January 10, 2025
Last Updated on January 10, 2025
Tags: Grief, death, acceptance