Memory and Grief
I grieve the life I could have had,
the years I’ve lost,
the decades that have disappeared,
the loves I’ve lost,
the loves that never were,
and the tears have formed rivers
that curve through the mountains
of my sadness and discontent
and empty into an ocean of anger,
resentment, hatred, spite,
and there’s no release, no escape,
just a build up, a swelling
waiting for an explosion
or an implosion,
a fiery flight
or a dark death.
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