The Winds of Our Grief
Blow us into a world of fog
No ceiling, no doors, no windows
Looking around
we see failure
we see loss
we see dead ends
and
we are sadly deaf, blind & still
The Winds of Our Grief
Blow us into a fog where
We cannot smile even if we try
We can’t remember why
A torrent of shame blows
a hole in our chest
suspending us and our grief
Unaided til our angels fly
us away!
But there are all kinds of griefs, like when "when we see loss"
Great poem.
Georg
EDWIN
What a sad write. I'm sure things will get better for you. This was written very well, and your emotions come through.
Mary