Grief |Poem|

Grief /Poem

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This is how I have dealt 

With grief most of my life 

sharing it on paper

instead of humans

It feels safe that way,

words don't feign sympathy

and paper doesn't stutter

It makes the grief feel projected

As if happening to another person,

Not me, never me, never now

As if I am a mere character

in a distant story

As if the grief will end

after the full stop, after the end

As if fiction will drown reality

And reality seem fictitious 

But of late, of late

the fiction seems to be a maze

A maze I have spent too long in

A period longer than forever

And now, it is too late

to get out of and for

human touch.

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