Grief is slashes, stabs from many knives,
sharp and dull, all deadly.
Blood flows out while pain drills in,
unrelieved by any remedy this side of time.
There’s not enough of that
to eventuate full healing.
Grief is a permanent book in your library.
Though not the largest volume there,
it is the heaviest.
584 ®Copyright 2011 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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