Grief
Oh abyss!
The breath deep provides no alleviation
of this painful thought of loss.
Oh Relievo my presious!
Oh Relievo my love!
If only to briefly hear my lamentations
and witness how it fails my pleading heart begging your recovery.
Carry me off, away, I must not know this sensation.
My mind, my limbs, my spirit, and where they abide desire no words,
but only from the familiar lost.
Depart not you, but pain!
Please wake me from this dream!
This dream is horror.
If not such, put me there!
Quickly I charge the cause.
This absense, this longing, this lacking does'nt pause.
Memories do not hold me well.
You are in heaven now.
But I, I am in Hell
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