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Grief

December 15, 2020
By Anonymous

If you let it get a hold of you,

It will never let you go.

It’s grip is like the Angel of Death’s,

only melancholy can follow.

 


Sometimes you can escape it,

But only for a little while,

Until it rears its head again

And takes away that smile.

 


There’s comfort in knowing it goes on holiday,

But where we’ll never know.

It mustn’t go somewhere sunny

Because it always brings back snow.

 


You yearn for the day it brings back sun,

But for now you know,

That happiness isn’t for everyone,

And there isn’t gold at the end of every rainbow.



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