Grieve - Pamela's Poetry Page

Circumstance, time unforeseen
Has gripped my weary soul
I do not know for what I will
Continue as a goal.

Laughter is a memory
Of faint and wispy tail
I know not what
I shall do now
The time of joy is gone

Mourning cleanse my soul
Tears wash through my heart
Pain springs up again.
I'm back at the start.

Pain takes my hand
Grief follows me
And leads me down a path
Of sorrow indescribable.

Fear grips my chest and squeezes tight
I know I cannot breathe
Tears come again without respite
When will I find reprieve?

The time for dancing is long past
The time for laughters leave
The time for me is only one
It is the time to grieve.

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