Dear God . . .

A thanksgiving of sorts ...

Dear God . . .

 

My heart seems to grow heavier,

Not lighter with time.

Must be the process of grieving,

At a time of thanksgiving.

I feel no such emotion.

Oh, for family and friends,

Of course thankful I am.

But on this overcast Sunday,

I find I am still looking,

For that someone, something,

To blame for this soul-wrenching,

All-encompassing,

Total . . . pain . . .

 

October 13, 2013

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. Hard to see hope when we are filled with hurt and pain. I like the description. I could feel the sadness and disappointment in the words. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote