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Nov 2016
We share these griefs
Nearly everywhere,
Waking or dozing,
Stopping mid-stride,
Standing, leaning in,
Vaguely unaware,  
Uneasy searchings leave us here
To pause uncertainly and stare.

These clouded griefs shade our days
With glooming care hold sway
Though years ago
Our one-time friends,
Choosing to be gone;
In self-volition flown.

Their grassy graves slowly sag,
Though our forgotten memories
Move still beneath the weight
Of these unanswered griefs.
What happens to a dream deferred? Langston Hughes asked.
What happens to a grief unanswered?
Mourning over Suicides
Don Bouchard
Written by
Don Bouchard  65/M/Minnesota
(65/M/Minnesota)   
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