O' Grief
You have come again
Opening your gates wide
Inviting me
silent you are
As I walk humbly
Chaining me to your ship
As we sail
To a distant land
So that you may abandon me
In my solitude
And as I conclude my musings
you may hold my hands O' Grief
And sail with me to the middle of nowhere
where I will be washed
bathed a million times
drowned
in sorrow
in tears
I can never tell
wherein lies tears
nor the sea that drowns me aglow
O Grief
chain me tight
as I leave
the self outside of me behind
bidding goodbye to the attachment of things
as I become
Grief and Sorrow
like a trinity of tribulations
NARRATIVES ON CULTURE, CYBERNETICS, AND COMPLEX SYSTEMS. PROSE, POETRY and MEMOIR PIECES.
Friday, February 24, 2012
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