Grief of an Atheist

January 10, 2010
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Don’t tell me about grief
If you can believe
That his soul stays alive
In a place of your fantasy
Don’t mock my mourning
By claiming yours to be
equal in sadness
and as crushing in gravity.
Don’t say you understand
when I cannot breath
As the weight of his last breath
Collapses me to the ground.
Don’t pledge your hope
or reward me with pity
For I know there is nothing
He is gone.
Don’t tell me about grief
If you can believe
That he will live again
In a place of your fantasy





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HisPurePrincess This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 24, 2011 at 7:15 pm
Tell me what this means, then I'll see if I can comment.
 
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