Grief is like a box;
A box of vile stinking shit.
But I’ll get through it.
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Author:
Niall (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have recently been bereaved and am currently going through the grief. I tried to write something more elegant and expressive but I couldn't. And I'm okay, before anyone asks. I'm completely honest with my parents, family and friends about how I feel and have already started speaking to a counsellor (or psychiatrist, whatever you refer to them as, haha). Much love and don't stop talking
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I had to chuckle but acknowledge the fact that some days are exactly as you so eloquently describe....
Neville
I just physically couldn't describe it as anything else, nothing else would fit xD
I think you'll find that, in English a haiku is 5-7-5 syllables, not 5-4-5.
So your middle line could well be:
"A box of vile stinking shit".
Thanks for the feedback x
My pleasure.
A pity you didn't bother to correct your mistake. But who cares?
Yeah, if only we were dung beetles. Best of luck on your journey!
Keep riding the waves, sending vibes your way.
Thank you for sharing
Much peace and respect
I'm doing much better lately, thanks. It's also been helpful that the UK has had a bout of consistent sunshine (but I've been responsible, haha!). Thank you for your comment 🙂
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