Heavy, heavy heart

shoving me downward,

pushing me into

cold darkness, alone.

I am trapped, confined,

pinned under a weight

I can never lift.

The bitter knowledge

engulfs, seeps into

my broken spirit,

forces surrender.

My eyes spill their tears,

my lips both quiver.

I cannot stop.

I grieve for your loss

… and for my

happy ignorance.


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