Charm Away My Grief


A grief, a sorrow – never forgotten

My darkened ways – to breathe my

Loss – these mortal lullabies  of pain

Tell of happy hours – never to come

Back to me

A tattered book, a lock of hair

Each little treasure time has stored

But time goes on – we gather

What is left – with bitter rain of tears

It’s love, it’s loss, it’s woe

Is it very fair?

O moody, tearful night!

O helpless soul of me!

O harsh surrounding clouds

That will not free my soul

Beyond  the remembering and forgetting

With a lullaby, my room

It is gloomy, here blandly repose

Forgetting, or never regetting, it’s roses

A little dust to overweep

And sweet memories to charm

Away my grief

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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