My Grief
A Poem by
Marie Harrison
mourning poem
My Grief
My companionship
Is unbearable
As I grieve
Forgive me
For there’s no relief
Nothing comforts
Or consoles my anxious soul
Everything’s a thorn in my side
My darkness I cannot hide
No quench for this mighty thirst
Magic pills cannot subside
This sea of pain
That resides in my heart
I’m a slave of mourning
A raging storm of anger
And regrets
Time has been my thief
Robbing me of my dearest love
Throw me in
My pit of doom
Bury me deep
Within my tomb
© 2011 Marie Harrison
Author's Note
Just thinking about what a bitch it is to grieve.
How it just pours out of your soul like an ocean.
Reviews
You've expressed grieve perfectly here. Tashandra is right. This is something we tend to avoid writing about.
Posted 14 Years Ago
Grief is a hard thing. Some pain need time for mourning. Your strong words and story in this poem made the poem a pleasure to read. I like the powerful ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote
Posted 14 Years Ago
Grief is a hard thing. Some pain need time for mourning. Your strong words and story in this poem made the poem a pleasure to read. I like the powerful ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote
Grieving can be a b***h, but you expressed these thoughts with such beautiful lines. Its a subject we'd rather much avoid, but you pushed open the envelope to something different.. and different is good just like this piece. Wonderful piece, thanks for sharing.
♥ Ta'Shandra
Posted 14 Years Ago
Grieving can be a bitch, but you expressed these thoughts with such beautiful lines. Its a subject we'd rather much avoid, but you pushed open the envelope to something different.. and different is good just like this piece. Wonderful piece, thanks for sharing.
♥ Ta'Shandra
Beautiful lines, Marie. Very expressive! XD
Posted 14 Years Ago
Beautiful lines, Marie. Very expressive! XD
Wonderful art filled with divine love, thanks for shaing.
Posted 14 Years Ago
Wonderful art filled with divine love, thanks for shaing.
Grief can become a tainted ocean, if you let it. Grief in it's truest sense is the dying of life and the beginning of memories. In memories, anything bad, seems to get lost. We choose not to remember bad things. Upon my death, don't feel grief for me, but happiness that I was alive and that you came to know me, at all.
I loved the write, however; a subject we tend to avoid!
Posted 14 Years Ago
Grief can become a tainted ocean, if you let it. Grief in it's truest sense is the dying of life and the beginning of memories. In memories, anything bad, seems to get lost. We choose not to remember bad things. Upon my death, don't feel grief for me, but happiness that I was alive and that you came to know me, at all.
I loved the write, however; a subject we tend to avoid!
Wow, This is quite impressive, I can feel this write.
Posted 14 Years Ago
Wow, This is quite impressive, I can feel this write.
Definitely nicely written, I like the emotion behind the lines, you can feel what this poem is conveying nicely. Great job.
Posted 14 Years Ago
Definitely nicely written, I like the emotion behind the lines, you can feel what this poem is conveying nicely. Great job.
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Added on August 14, 2011
Last Updated on August 14, 2011
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Marie Harrison Atlanta, GA
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Momma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance.
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