Allow Me To Grieve

Calling my name.

What’s that you need my dear?

You find solace under my wing.

There is no space for me.

Allow me to grieve, please

Warm soup and hot cocoa.

Always at a disposal.

Drying up and cracking down.

Allow me to grieve please.

The word God slipping from my tongue.

In tones of harsh inquisitive.

Heartache of an empty omnipresent.

This is what truly alone must be.

Allow me to grieve, please.

Event, after event.

No time to be distressed.

Buried sorrow in my cavity.

My heart is sieged.

I hide in my own captivity.

Allow me to grieve, please.

Cold nights, in a warm bed.

Orchard fruits, wild heather, and sweet honey.

Smoky vanilla from my mouth.

I do not understand my pain here.

Allow me to grieve, please.

Allow me to grieve.

Allow me to.

Allow me.

Allow .

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