Sober Griefs

Sober Griefs

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Bits and pieces lay all over the ground,

Nothing can assemble them.

With gusty winds, they are carried away,

No location where will they end.


Gets into eyes makes them feel heavy,

Forces the drops to be swayed from sides,

Wherever they fall wets the surface,

Larger they grow indicates no stoppage.


Lonely talks with self make sense,

The lakeside view becomes the favorite place.

Addressed as insanity by some,

Unknown are those of its whereabouts.


Differ in all kind from soul to soul,

Some can say, some cry out loud.

With time it heals and stables,

When will it end no one knows.


Ask the ones trapped in it,

With patience much they grow.

Infinity fills them all,

It never dies but kills those.


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