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Grief is a quiet thing.
Deadly in repose.
A raging horror, a thunder of abuse
Raucous-
Demanding-
Incomprehensible-
Tearing all that one has ever loved
Hopeless,
Forlorn,
Fear-ridden and misunderstood;
Ceasing a moment, and through the years
Returning.... to destroy
To rage,
To curse all that is happy-
or contented,
or trusting.
To threaten every beauty that is true.
Grief?
It's a quiet thing.
What would it be like to dance naked?
Letting your inner beauty shine.
But exposing your deepest secret.
But... Would it matter?
Would the music sweep the dusty thoughts from your mind?
... Would you dance?
 Toribail · Fri Nov 23, 2007 @ 08:48pm · 0 Comments |
