My Grief

©amaedria

My grief,
is not a smooth, orderly thing.
It tries to burn away illusion
as I drown in the wake of its arrival.
I cling desperately
to jagged rocks,
that pierce and shred,
when the waves pull me
back to its depths.
I drown and emerge
a ghostly pale thing
waiting to be brought back to life.

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