Poem about grief

05/08/2012 at 9:45 PM 1 comment


No crying at death’s bed.

Could not find tears to shed.

Wanted told, what to do.

Your strong, instead heard coo.

Watched close, forbid to think.

Lost, hidden sorrow. . . sink.

Robbed of grief, such a loss.

Upon sadness grows moss.

Cold I feel, no grief done.

Am I strong? I’ve not won.

Stripped I’ve been, of my heart,

Broken, non-stop, from start.

Save soul from destruction,

Shell built, strong construction.

No one sees hurt I hold.

Head up high, living bold.

–                     – June Nash


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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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