Good Grief!A Poem by andrew mitchellplaying with words/emotions
Good Grief!
Grief That kind of grief that rips the door off the hinges; your ribcage and your heart is gone, no more. Grief The kind of grief that dries your tears just empty husks lying on the floor. Grief The kind of grief where you once stood tall now pencil shavings heaped stripped to the core. Grief
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2 Reviews Added on December 26, 2015 Last Updated on December 26, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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