grief has its own way without regard to time or circumstance. it is...
brokenness
sick ness
v o m i t s itself
d
o
w
n
si (in) de
the s e e
p
i
n
g
bRoKeN
hea rt
leaving a void
of
hope less ness
for love never dies
it just c
r
i
e
s
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-10-09 at 03:37
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