Poem: Grief

Lock me in a darkened room

and throw away the key.


Let the world outside plod along

until they forget about me.


I'll lay upon the cold damp stone,

until I'm skin and bone.


I'll die here, so that I can see you again

and no longer be alone.



Poem by Donna Gilliard, 1st March 2024

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