This Grief

This Grief

In the shadows linger I
With little mem'ry of earth and sky
Just when I think I must be dead
A voice, it whispers, in my head
It is becoming one with me
I know I never shall be free

Of tainted mind...

Their loving eyes gaze into mine
Graced with a soft and tender shine
And then I wake only to see
They are not truly here with me
This aching loneliness inside
It will go on, it will abide

Alone I stand...

That whispering voice inside my head
That lurking evil that I dread
My loved ones’ faces I can see
Are my one hope of sanity
My heart, it longs to stop its beat
But still I linger on my feet

I must endure...

I must endure this grief...

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