Loss is cumulative
Loss takes away
It its place
It leaves sorrow
It's a game life must play.
It meters out platitudes,
Plays on your fears,
It revives the memory
Of forgotten years.
I requires us to face, with hope
The fears that lie within,
And paints them thick with pathos
That pulls the despair in.
It plunders the heart,
It offers no balm
And leaves you feeling broken,
A wreck that braved the storm.
I promise you no comfort,
But let me please explain,
I've visited this place
Again and again.
I haven't found much comfort,
But this I can assure,
I'm right in there beside you,
I feel your loss too.
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