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DESOLATION

Do not count the tears
As the dam inside you cracks
Let it flow untill it flows no more
Gone is hope to hold it back

And do not gauge the heart pain
No measure cup exists
Life is here
And death is there
And throughout we persist

She who sobs into her pillow
He who beats his tight clenched fists
Silent screams on silent nights
And still
We lose the fight

Afloat on grief's swell waters
Souls bloody, flayed red raw
One light only guides the way
Wash up on
Empty shore
Marion Price (2019)

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Tony Taylor

OMG MARION!!.... what an AMAZINGLY powerful and insightful poetic offering!!...... the phrasing here comes shining through the powerful intent most astonishingly...... Grief can be a tragedy in and of itself ....and you have captured its most frightful grasp on human emotion here!!......ALL STARS!! & PINNED for perfection!!...... apologies for not having kept up with more of your writing....I will try to comment whenever I see your stuff on the pages..... wow!!......GREAT work!!......I only pray that it was not the difficulty of 'personal experience' that drew thisĀ from your poetic well..... because I know just how hard it can be to convey such personal tragedy!!.....I am your cyber-friend and admirer.......T xo ?āœ“ā¤

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Marion

Ditto Tony, I am on here very rarely at the moment and unable to keep up with anyone. No recent tragedy. God bless you for caring and for your lovely comments. Your praise lifts my heart. ā¤ļøā¤ļø

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