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April 24-25, 2020

 

Grief.

 

it clutches at our very soul

short-circuits all we were

its endless grasping despair

knocks all of life askew

leaves us by an empty hole

flooding a hopeless earth

with our unrelenting tears

clutching barren remnants

of our eviscerated joy

 


Grief.
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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