The Darker Side of Poetry
COMFORT AND GRIEF
THE DOOR OPENS AS I ARRIVE
SHE COMES TO ME OUT OF THE DOOR WITH TEARS IN HER EYES
SHE HOLDS ME I HOLD HER BACK
“THEY'VE FOUND HIS BODY” SHE EXCLAIMS TO ME
“THAT BASTARD MURDERED HIM”
JUST AS SHE HAD FORSEEN WEEKS EARLIER IN WHAT MUST HAVE BEEN A HELLISH PREMONITION
MY FEELINGS ARE NUMB
WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I SAY?
NOW LOST IN MY OWN SELFISH WORLD
MAYBE SHE DOES'NT NEED WORDS JUST MY PRESENCE FOR COMFORT TO DRY HER TEARS
I'M SELF CONCIOUS OF MY OWN GESTURES
I SHAKE AND MY WORDS ARE MUFFLED
I HAVE NEVER ENCOUNTERED THIS TYPE OF GRIEF BEFORE
A FRIENDS FATHER MURDERED
IT'S HARD TO COMPREHEND
SHE TAKES IT ALL SO WELL
CALM NOT A WRECK, SO STRONG NOT WEAK
MAYBE A SENSE OF PEACE HAS BEEN BLESSED UPON HER
AFTER WEEKS OF TORMENT OF THE UNKNOWN
YET STILL KNOWING OF WHAT WAS TO COME
I STAY STILL HOLDING AND GIVING MYSELF
JUST THERE, A SUPPORT, A FRIEND
SHE COMES TO ME OUT OF THE DOOR WITH TEARS IN HER EYES
SHE HOLDS ME I HOLD HER BACK
“THEY'VE FOUND HIS BODY” SHE EXCLAIMS TO ME
“THAT BASTARD MURDERED HIM”
JUST AS SHE HAD FORSEEN WEEKS EARLIER IN WHAT MUST HAVE BEEN A HELLISH PREMONITION
MY FEELINGS ARE NUMB
WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I SAY?
NOW LOST IN MY OWN SELFISH WORLD
MAYBE SHE DOES'NT NEED WORDS JUST MY PRESENCE FOR COMFORT TO DRY HER TEARS
I'M SELF CONCIOUS OF MY OWN GESTURES
I SHAKE AND MY WORDS ARE MUFFLED
I HAVE NEVER ENCOUNTERED THIS TYPE OF GRIEF BEFORE
A FRIENDS FATHER MURDERED
IT'S HARD TO COMPREHEND
SHE TAKES IT ALL SO WELL
CALM NOT A WRECK, SO STRONG NOT WEAK
MAYBE A SENSE OF PEACE HAS BEEN BLESSED UPON HER
AFTER WEEKS OF TORMENT OF THE UNKNOWN
YET STILL KNOWING OF WHAT WAS TO COME
I STAY STILL HOLDING AND GIVING MYSELF
JUST THERE, A SUPPORT, A FRIEND
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COMFORT AND GRIEF
COMFORT AND GRIEF