June Nash

Grief

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No crying at death’s bed.

Could not find tears to shed.

Wanted told, what to do.

Your strong, instead heard coo.

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Watched close, forbid to think.

Lost, hidden sorrow. . . sink.

Robbed of grief, such a loss.

Upon sadness grows moss.

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Cold I feel, no grief done.

Am I strong? I’ve not won.

Stripped I’ve been, of my heart,

Broken, non-stop, from start.

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Save soul from destruction,

Shell built, strong construction.

No one sees hurt I hold.

Head up high, living bold.

–                     – June Nash