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Tears fall down my cheek
without warning or knowledge
of where the thoughts arose.
No one knows why
grief can be ginormously brief
and always seems acute;
so we search for some form of relief…
be it booze, banned substances or turning over a new leaf.
I no longer crave to behave like before
so instead I just curl on the floor
and hurl my wails against the wall
while the shag soaks up the salty sorrow.
My pulse convulses with every vain attempt
to silence the shudders
by hugging the baseboards
until the temporary torment is exempt.
© Sean Short