A poem on grief that hauntingly, yet beautifully depicts how grief exists as a circular path. Every day is a lost and found battle, oscillating between peace and chaos.
To share a bed with it, a life, with the knowledge of it all.
Grief is a lover from your past life, and all it seeks in this one is bedlam.
17 Apr 2024
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