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A small poem.

i want to shake the grief out.

great chunks will fall out,

they will build a wall.

and i will strike at it because i cannot strike at you.

and i would shout.



i want to pour the grief out.

it will seep from me,

it will form a pool.

And i will stamp on it because I cannot stamp on you.

And I would shout.



I want to blind the memories.

images will fade,

they will come again.

And I will shout.



It's like you died. But worst because you had a choice.

And now your too far, I can't reach you even if I

--stretch my arms and kick my legs I cannot stamp,

I cannot strike And I hate you.

Because I can't let the pain go.

And I will fight you...

Because I am strong.

And I won't hurt you because I won't sink that low.