Sunday, December 9, 2007

December 3

I wrote this poem on this particular day: I don't yet know how to finish it.


Grief can turn
to many things
to pain, then blame
Guilt, long-held anger
And sometimes shame.

The old grinding axes
Resurface anew
and find new life
Grief does that, too

And philosophies, beliefs
Of how one should go
Intrigues, distrust, control
Hatred, grief can sow

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