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The Moon

The moon shone bright that night

Beautiful and full.
I can still picture it.
It was magical the way the light danced.
It swallowed every star in the sky
In its majestic glow.

Tonight, however, the moon is gone.
I don’t know where it went.
I wish it would come back
To light up the darkness like it once did
But wherever it’s gone, I hope it’s happier there.

I may never see that light again,
It may never again shine on my face
Like it did that night,
But at least now
I’m able to appreciate the beauty of the stars.

Sparkled Simplicity

I sit in silence as the room fills with people.
People I know and people I've never seen.
My Uncle Mael walking back and forth. As he keeps looking at the doors, we came in.
My Dad whispering to others while they "wailed" as he called it. Although I'm unsure what that means.
My older brother sitting beside me as he keeps looking at me with concern.
This older boy in a white coat. With this sad look on his face as he walks this way.
This lady whose all dressed up in a fancy dress with golden shoes.

Stages of Grief

Stages of Grief
by Joan Leotta
 
The first week
My world is spinning
"That's nothing, the world always spins,"
 they tell me.
"They" always know best.
Their world is fixed
on its axis, firm and sure
Mine has lost its axis,
whirling and twirling
out into space,
out of control.
I am oblivious to all but my loss.
 
Three months after
I am quiet
when I used to laugh
Sad
when I used to be pensive
Still awake
Late into the night
Talking to a picture,

Lonely beach

A day to spend everybody dreams of, So that they can share there solitude Withof, But how barely somebody knows, A beach itself is lonely within its own, Though we opt it to heal our grief all, As we feel ourselves there like whole, That sound of waves is tremendously magically felt, Like touches our heart in depth, I am wondering to have my home near there, But how as beach is lonely which i think is not fair !

The Sorrow and the Pretty, A Proem Upon "The Fallen Chrysanthemums" - Confessions of Nightingale, One Who Did Not Leap

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escape to chrysanthemum clouds 

now too too crowded 

for six falling, the sad young
men who leap from bridges: 

Tyler Clementi, Raymond Chase, 
Asher Brown, Billy Lucas, Seth Walsh, 
Justin Aaberg


Chrysanthemums in hand 
clutched for support: 

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