Grief - A poem

Most people experience grief, some process it more than others, I am not a good processor this poem is a demonstration of how I handle grief and how it has changed. I wouldn't recommend my method.

Sometimes things br   e

        a                                                                                                                                   what

                k

A string sna             ps inside,

You lose ­---- you once were

A s                 h              a              r                e             r   becomes a bottler

Everything squashed up

You want to share but there’s a snare

 

   That snags,

                     Stops you.

So you take it home,                deep, only to be accessed when you are

 

alone

                                  

                                 Bury it

What is broken can’t always be fixed, just

            

 

 

 

                                          Bury it.

                                                           Bury it.

                                                           Bury it.

 

 

Author's Note

It looked better on my microsoft word document, promise.

Reviews

[softlyfall]

I would edit it for this site, it is almost impossible to read. Lengthening the spaces does not really work to add impact...it's the fact of the space that breaks the word, not the length of the space.
Great concept, just need an edit of form