On Grief

Of course,

we suffer agony

when we lose someone;

how can you not,

when something

crawls out of your heart,

tears through your chest,

and sinks, blood-soaked,

into the soft earth?

Touchstone Tuesday – Poem II

The raven abandons
the broken branches
of a fallen tree.
Deep within the
sunken forest,
I recall this place
full of life.
Heavier is the burden of death
when you cannot
forget the shades of green.

Strong Language

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