
Gravitational gridlock - grief ground.
And the grief,
When it hits,
Is like a wave.
It pulls you under,
And keeps you there.
For a while...in a dark place.
The pain is a heavy weight,
Crashing from all sides.
Time ceases.
And then it eases.
Gradually freeing you
To return to the light...
Written after my dad's suicide.
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