Here It Is

Grief,
The guest we never want,
Who will not leave

Is not an academic thing,
Nor is he quite reducible
By words

For there is no reality
That’s greater than
What can’t be touched again

And here it is:
Another sunset, meaningless
Within this strange and empty

Vantage-point

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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