IN MY GRIEF. . .
In my grief I shot the stars one by one
I didn’t stop till my anger was all done
Till the blue sky was as dark as my soul
Until the universe was - one black hole
Life became a vacuum suffocating me
I wailed the earth - like some banshee
Leashed on others - a tormented soul
To destroy life as we knew it - my goal
Rains poured till they - became storms
Out of the flooded rivers poison foams
I saw all before me all withered and die
And all because my anger no let me cry
No given soul could prevent my wrath
As I destroyed all within my given path
Earthquakes flattened - shattered land
People dying but here I was I still stand
Till my grief subsided - I reached a calm
With nothing left - now within my palm
The earth - the sky’s as dark as my soul
Deeper into the blackness dug my hole
Then upon me a light so shining bright
You seeked me out brought me to light
The stars returned all came one by one
Then I realised what I had done wrong
I sold my soul so life could return again
As I suffered in hell for all of your pain
Time recoiled to and all things replaced
My grief boxed and hides from disgrace
The wailed banshee is balled and chained
My anger is quelled and well constrained
Ones grieving has a power - all of its own
Ripping you apart - cuts one to the bone
So I replaced all the bullets - with hope
And with my grief learned how to cope
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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