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| "Clipped Wing", New Orleans |
Grief is a quiet thing
Deadly in repose.
A raging horror, a thunder of abuse
Raucous-
Demanding-
Incomprehensible-
Tearing all that one has ever loved.
Hopeless,
Forlorn,
Fear-ridden and misunderstood;
Ceasing a moment, and through the years
Returning...to destroy.
To rage,
To curse all that is happy-
or contented,
or trusting.
To threaten every beauty that is true.
Grief?
It's a quiet thing.
