On Grief

You dark and heavy clouds
hovering over me,

why have you come near

though unwelcome you may be?


You poured down rain,

and shook this earthen vessel,

and softened the hardened clay,

and crumbled what used to be well.


If I could grab you in full

and throw you the farthest I know,

that, I would readily do

with all my strength in tow.


Oh, how you torment me,

not just by days or hours,

but by every eye-blink,

as each teardrop becomes a downpour.


Now, I am also blind and numb

as you choke me unceasingly.

Will I die in this darkness?

What have you done to me?


What a cruel companion you are!

Will I ever come to believe as said they

that only in you can I be someone

what the Lord wants me to be?



~LCA/07March2011

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