Triad of Grief

Perhaps ’twas meant to be as this
To live a life ‘tween grief and bliss
To tread the paths of light and sorrow
To always know the lies of ‘morrow

So now I sing the siren’s song
Of being bent and broken just to belong
‘Tis not a curse, a sign, or a binding
But merely words that bear a warning

“Break not the heart t’was slowly mending
and unheal the wounds that time was closing
Lose not the trust, scar not the soul
Lest you forget that wrath has no ending.”

– The Triad of Grief
Originally written on 011009


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