To lose someone who's loved you all your life,
Having held you long against the darkness,
And felt the press of friends upon your sadness,
Need cutting through your torment like a knife . . .
Kindness is a sign of inner plenty:
Yours does much to mitigate my pain.
Of grief comes neither clarity nor gain
Unless friends fill its passion with their beauty.
From My Sad LiFe And Heart
My tears are not of loss
But of time too quickly gone.
When life becomes a sea of pain
And every moment agony
I must endure again, again,
It is a curse to have to be
.
And every longing fixed on death
Even as I must go on
And fight by instinct for each breath,
Sailing thus, though loved, alone.
in my friend's heart and her soul
Reema
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