the tolling bell

wrapped in grief’s embrace
never sweetly felt
what lingers deep inside
to rattle a chest cold as ice
while reason wanders past?
and lost in darkness
blacker than night
without a path to guide
how can a soul
truly rent apart
ever find its weary
way back?

(triptych of grief, i)

(for fanny brawne)

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