Wednesday, April 10, 2013


My need for her, primal.
The void, the absence,
Forever and final,
It can’t have happened

Grief is a poor surrogate,
For the raw intense ache,
Raising emotions of despair,
Feelings of Desolation raked.

My insides seem to scream,
A silent overriding bawl.
Basking around are thoughts,
As I lay in a remorseful sprawl.


  1. This is beautifully written, such elegance to express such a painful loss


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