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The sun lifts its head To open blue skies, New promise, new life New twinkling eyes. But not mine. Numbness crawls down my spine. Children, dogs and footballs Bounce upon the grass, Breathe in the fragrant air Spring is here at last. But there's no spring in my step. An emptiness sinks to my depths. Daffodils and daisies Catch blossoms on the breeze Bright sunlight beams Through green, lush trees But I'm down on my knees Screaming, please. Close the curtains, stay down, hide. Wear black to reflect What's curdling my insides Direct me, distract me from this crippling grief This season's prescription Gives no fresh relief.
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
Springless
The sun lifts its head To open blue skies, New promise, new life New twinkling eyes. But not mine. Numbness crawls down my spine. Children, dogs and footballs Bounce upon the grass, Breathe in the fragrant air Spring is here at last. But there's no spring in my step. An emptiness sinks to my depths. Daffodils and daisies Catch blossoms on the breeze Bright sunlight beams Through green, lush trees But I'm down on my knees Screaming, please. Close the curtains, stay down, hide. Wear black to reflect What's curdling my insides Direct me, distract me from this crippling grief This season's prescription Gives no fresh relief.
#spring#grief#loss
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heather-horner
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
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