Grief

May 6, 2011
By Britishkid BRONZE, Margate, Other
Britishkid BRONZE, Margate, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Everyone's a pacifist between wars. That's like being a vegitarian between meals


I do not care for your far reaching philosophies
For your theories or queries
I do,
not, care
for your comfort
For your speeches or teaches
I do not care,
For your, sombre looks, for
your, damp eyes, or mournful cries.
I do not
Care

She. Is. Dead
All that I could of read
All that I could of said
Fell to hell while she wilted, on that bed

You cannot help me.
I could not help her.
Life is your own.
Live it.
Whilst it’s there.


The author's comments:
Well my grandma died recently so I thought I would write about it. My family own a funeral directors, having grown up with death I find it hard to be in the position where people are trying to console me, I realised that whatever they say and whatever their intentions it will not help,therefore this poem is supposed to be messy with a lack of structure. Writing this helped me so I just thought I would see if it could help others- it defiantly conveys what I feel

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