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A free verse poem about those twin tormentors, grief and guilt. |
| Grief over his loss, combined with guilt over things done and not done, words said and not said, overwhelmed him, engulfed him like an amoeba and slowly degraded his spirit, digested his soul until now he is but a shell of a man, hollow and desiccated inside. Nothing, save the passage of time, offers real hope for rekindling the spark to make his spirit burn brightly once again, awakening his soul and renewing his heart, for the power to blunt the corrosive sting of these twin tormentors, guilt and grief, resides in Time alone… Sometimes. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |