To... whoever's seen their only love
In pain that naught can soothe
Seen.. the barren grief of they
Exposed...on gravel cold
So cold
Holding ..to the hand of one
So very loved..so very very
Gone away..
Gone
How many ounces?
No one...wants to hear the cries
Those hearing..can't relate
Loss...in ounces can't be weighed
It's much too late
Gone
Mother... lost her daughter..after
Daughter... lost her son
Sorrow...follows sorrow's birth
It swallows all ..within it's reach
Till all is gone
All within a span of days
Gone
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2026 01:36
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Comments2
This poem spits grief it overflows with sadness over loss. Well written
Words cannot convey the heart of what I'm trying to say
They seldom do speak what we really feel, when they do it is a very good poem indeed.
Yeah
You have some pretty heavy poems...do you ever write some lighthearted frivolous ones?
Have in the past depends on the mood I'm in
This was fantastic, James…the image of ounces measuring a loss too immense for any scale is what stays with me most. The way sorrow follows sorrow, swallowing everything within days, is gutting and honest. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
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