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