Grief

 

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Grief

(A sad voice whispers)

And so beyond all what God or gods can even say or do.

 We, too, will all someday mysteriously die deep inside.

 Every day, when we're forever apart.

From those whose sweet memories we still in good faith confide.

From those, we truly love, living or dead, without any known religious or spiritual relief.

Those invisible ghosts to all known mortal watchers.

Depending upon your spiritual beliefs.

To become lone soldiers like so many others.

In a vast never-ending army.

At one and serving the non-judgemental grey lady.

The true queen of all broken hearts.

Called and known to the selected few.

The true goddess we are born to worship from the start.

Dolor.

For everything dies.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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