I grieve for the growth of wild flowers
On the fallen graves-
How could beauty
Come from something so ghastly?
I grieve for futures all thrown
Inside the waste basket
Never to see the light of day
And in the putrid dark they stay.
I grieve for words that have never been said
Which had all rotted inside my head
I grieve for that single smile
That makes life worthy for a while.
I grieve for love unspoken, unsung, unrequited-
For love now only known to the dead.
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