by Renee Blair
My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
It is constantly waged
Without beginning or end
There are no treaties
No stays no
Times of peace
There is just dark and gaping and raw and
Gone
Taken
Stolen
With no goodbyes.
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Written 364 days after the loss of a loved one, this poem attempts to capture a snapshot of grief.
Powerful.*