This is the time I speak to my soul,
The grief over the loss of a disguised angel,
My soul, so crushed..
My spirit, so blue and weary,
Yet I say life goes on,
But grievance lingers on,
Sorrow hit me so hard,
My head spins in circles,
Life slaps me,
Could I get a glass of wine, please?
Burden of guilt,
Burden of anger,
Whilest you peacefully rest,
Where can I bury my very own burdens?
Petra Soliman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-188/
