On Grief (2/7/84) From My Book "Til Death Did Us Part'
I can't tell you my sadness.It pours out of the words in which I try to contain it.
I can't show you my sadness.
It would frighten you with its terrible ugliness,
and most of you would turn away.
I can't put away my sadness.
It has soaked through every pore of my skin
and flooded inside me.
So I will pretend to live each day
until enough time has passed
and shrunk this great sadness
to a mere puddle in some corner of my heart.
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