Grief is a stake
Driven into the core of earth
And pulled out again
Like a second wound, giving birth
To the splaying mess of
Death and the decay
Of what will never be.
It drains away.
Everything that filled the world,
You feel it slowly drain
Until the dry husk, the empty shell,
Is all that remains
Has anyone else felt this way?
Has everyone?
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