GriefA Poem by CRZ
The man is just killing time on that table
He is not able, to accept the reality Of his decisions that turned fatal So he's thinking of his existence quite radically The heart was once red, full of vigor But the mind is a killer, it's called over thinking So in attempt to ease the tensions, there goes another bottle of liquor Because you aren't you when you're hungry but he's empty inside his soul, he needs honey but not a lot of sugar like a snicker Grief is the greatest thief of our tranquility within But if you freeze and breathe and let the breeze relieve all the grieve It will decrease and will release ... the man within
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Added on May 23, 2013Last Updated on May 23, 2013 AuthorCRZNew York, NYAboutPoet & Artist Thou shall not rest until I make my whole fam rich more..Writing
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