Alone In Grief



𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧  
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸  

𝘑𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦  

𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥
 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴  

𝘝𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥  
𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴

𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥  

𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 

 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺
 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭  

𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳
 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦

𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 
𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯  

𝘈 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺  
𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩   

𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 
𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯  

𝘛𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯 
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 
𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨  

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 
𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

  • Author: Dove (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2023 12:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sonnet... Wishing you all well.
  • Category: Sad
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  • Fay Slimm.

    A haunt of a read and so clearly expressed --- a moving write Dove and thank you for sharing it.

    • Dove

      Thank you kindly Fay. I appreciate your the read

    • orchidee

      A sensitive write Dove.
      No dark joke from me - 'Ear, ear, Van Gogh!'

      • Dove

        Thank you Orchidee, I appreciate the read. Nice pun

        • orchidee

          There's a joke, which is not a joke - he would still be able to hear, even with cutting off one of his outer ears! Some say he wouldn't be able to hear. Doh!

        • Doggerel Dave

          '𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦
          𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯'
          Let's be honest here - should read:
          As 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦
          𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
          Because you are one as evidenced in your smooth beautiful lines, Dove.

          • Dove

            Thanks for the tip, much appreciated. Woo hoo

          • Neville

            You just confirmed and simultaneously helped prove that an old fella like me can do two things at once .. firstly, as I read each one of these words slow and drank them in .. I found myself thinking and correspondingly wishing that nothing untoward had befallen you .. and that your fine poem is rather the product of your increasingly well wielded pen .. 💕

            • Dove

              Aww! I'm fine , but I surely can still taste the past. Thanks for your heartfelt comment. ❤❤❤

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