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I don't want to speak in circles anymore,
and lose visitors in my colourless corridors...
by Felipe Gomez
His heart so tiny and small
a heart you can barely see at all...
by Ben Pickard
wishing I had hugged
you as tightly in life as...
by emily mackay
You sit and you listen...
by Glenn G
A husband and wife
Wasting their life...
We still play
hide and seek...
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.
Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.
If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.