a day of mourning
grieving
learning how to grieve
something that was never there
merely an illusion
a hope
a desire
a truth
that turned out to be not so true
seems appropriate it is raining
the heavens weeping
at what we have become
no longer living stones
simply scrabbling rocks
in the midst of the grieving
I know there is a need to fight
and thus not give up
but I am tired of this fight
tired of needing to fight this fight
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