-grief tastes like
Grief, is such a hard pillow,
a tight swallow,
a fiery bellow,
a sorrowful cello.
A cavernous hollow,
a long wallow,
chewing your marrow,
the tattoo of sorrow.
It never leaves,
robs and borrows,
haunts and reminds,
a lurking shadow.
You turn from it,
but it follows,
digs and burrows,
leaves wounds pus filled and yellow.
-Wesam El dahabi
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