If grief weren’t a sin


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Crowned Nights

If grief weren’t a sin

Reserved for the old

A tale would be told

One I hold deep within

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I grief weren’t a sin

When felt by the young

I could tell you the story

Of those whom I loved

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If grief weren’t a sin

I would cry over mountains

Over clouds and horizons

I would scream their names

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I would whisper their syllables

Ever so softly, gently,

Watching the words soar

With the breeze.

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If grief weren’t a sin,

I would describe the aching,

The sick gnawing

That grows like a seed.

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I would admit that fire,

Like poison,

Races through my veins

Scalding, burning,

Destroying as it passes.

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If grief weren’t a sin,

I would stop shaking with fright,

Anticipating the next arrival

Of the grief that alights

My body with pain.

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This poison inside, this

Pulsing,

Aching,

Heaving,

Stretching,

Will…

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