Loss and GriefA Poem by C PerilFor S. Hurton and close family.
Age, I find myself conversant
in doomed languages Proficient in speaking the prose of grief That sacred covenant between the lost and left behind Soft sorries Much meant I'll be thinking of yous The heart's tongue somehow miraculously knowing, when sometimes the to be said is so absent, evasive Mourning has a cadence, despondency an octave, notes trickle down like tears As graves consume loved ones but never memories - crucially, never the opportunity to love again Affirmation that the next grasp will be tighter, the chosen cherished so much the better Now we are versed in death's dialect © 2023 C Peril |
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Added on November 2, 2023 Last Updated on November 2, 2023 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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