This was grief.
The one that came with death.
The one that came with life.
This was grief.
The one that left you crying
The one that left you bruised
This was grief.
...
And I was stuck
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The Littlest of Things
PoetryThings I write because I can. I am mostly new to poetry, but I do enjoy it. These are just small poems that I came up with randomly and may or may not have meaning. Some are fictional some are real. Some are completely made of up some are based on...
Grief
This was grief.
The one that came with death.
The one that came with life.
This was grief.
The one that left you crying
The one that left you bruised
This was grief.
...
And I was stuck
