Grief Poem by Barry Middleton
Grief
I see grief coming like a cloud
the storm is inevitable
the loss is like a hurricane
I am working through it
the dying wish is to know
how long do I have
the doctors do not know
nor friends nor sympathetic eyes
I hear the rumble of thunder
death is on the horizon
death is the setting sun
the anger of scarlet is in the dusk
but nothing changes
will I wake at dawn
will I finish my fragile dream
today's omen is a broken clock
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4/30/2024 6:58:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So well depicted what seems to be an agony of the human soul in front of the problem of its substance of existence: an everlasting one or sth it fades away someday! But here I could say one sees more the concioussness of the erudite soul that recognizes how nice it is to have lived in this world whose even a minute is much more precious than a permanent life in another...world.