Grief
Turns all to gray
Gargantuan gargoyles sit upon my shoulders
The garrison for my war-torn mental landscape
Grim and gruesome
My eyes are gullies
Hollowed out by too many tears
Garbled wails
Gone off the rails
Grief
Coats all in grime
Throws off the garters
Holding up my grin
My throat gurgles like a garbage disposal
Expelling all sustenance
Repelling subsistence
It grapples me to the grave
To goggle what I could not save
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Escapril 2020
PoetryA poetry collection based on prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram
