Spoilage  

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When it comes to the finality of a death

You drown in sobering understandings

A lifetime of proverbial seconds chances

Were squandered away by justified pride

Unlike love- grief is an all-consuming fog

Pervading places you never knew existed

And grief taste like a bitter root of death

Lingering in pores of our unconsciousness

So as to make even our greater days sour

Curdling all fond memories of our beloved

Making us question fidelity of our sanity   

Love- the only thing to salvage our palate   

Rescue our broken hearts from the sadness

Restore our lost hope… until we’re reunited

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Poet of the Light © 2021

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