Poem -
and... BLeSs your hEaRTs...
You bring me dinners
Packaged in angels
Suppers that...
The cherubs have made
Deserts made from a fluffy
cloud...the leftovers...
From god's own plate
For you still believe in
Fairy Tales
And need me
To understand
That the dead
go to a better place
That they live
in greener lands
And bless your heartsÂ
To feed me
All death's bullshitÂ
On a plate
To feed me up with stories
Need... MY grief...
To
Just
Dissisipate
To disperse my bothersome
tears
For sweet lakes here shall be
made
If only I would drink my tea,
and
See and see and ....SEE!!!
That death...it's not the end...
But it fucking is!!!!
Marion Price 25/7/21
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I got a real sense of utter frustration. When people make you feel that you should be finding closure. When actually it doesn’t exist. I do love your imagery in your writes. Though I wish you didn’t have to suffer lovely, sending lots of hugs ❤️