roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Deep sadness
Deep sadness holds
at throat and gut,
a gripping onto life-
denying death
and screaming fears-
half living in the depths.
The tears are there,
but will not come,
held tight by grief
and loss -
awaiting moment's
watershed; a time
to be released.
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