I grieve, I am grieving, when I am not with you.
I know I am lying to myself, but I want your heart to feel it too.
The winds of change pass me by, because my storm will never break.
And every time I leave your side, my heart begins to ache.
Like a sickness this is, it makes me feel ill.
As if every daily action is a massive, mammoth hill.
And I don't even want to climb it, because you aren't climbing it too.
I grieve, I am grieving, because I am not with you.
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Karen Cave
A mum, a friend to many and I love to explore dark themes and taboos in my writing.
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Karen x
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Appreciate your ode talent. Much liked.
The despondency and longing are felt in your poetic use of words.