Grief settles on you
Like a sturdy mantle
Of sorts.
It quashes you, whole--
Yet, you don't find
Any visible holes.
One moment,
It squeezes your gut;
The next instance,
It engulfs your heart;
Yet, you're obliged to smile--
Asserting
That everything's
Spiffing and divine.
Because, there's nothing
Palpably awry;
Though, within you,
Each diminutive thing
Feels so dark--
Despair, inundating
Who you are.
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