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Unsure When You Should Be Grieving

The tears fall my friend.
The venom creeps in.
Hate and sadness.
Chaos upon a madness.
A uncle has died.
And you have no right to view the body.
All because your immediate family hates you.
With a wicked grin your mom says your an grateful son.
As you take her home.
But I stand before you and can tell your a giant when comes to love.
Let measurements be only measured in heaven and hell.
As your daughter and granddaughters fight.
Your wife has already made up her mind.
Your in another pickle tonight.
Not sure what's right.
Taking sides does not settle well.
An asshole either way.
So just do what you feel.
Do not hesitate on what others think.
The pots and pans banging go clank, clank, clank.
That's all you hear inside your head.
A moment of clarity, to breath and grieve it all you need.
Too see it to the other side.
All those feelings locked and bottled up.
Don't let them just ride.
It was meant to be a release.
I'm telling you those demons need to be set free.
Running wild as they should be.
You don't have to be drunk, to have the courage to be honest.
Facts will be faced whether it leaves a bitter taste, or is embraced.
Some things you can't hide, runaway, or have any blissful escapes.
You stand upon two roads not yet taken, and now you have no choice.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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