The Grievance


Blackened, the lost soul.
Frightened, the screechin’ owl.
Our death is suddenly comin’.
Some people’re impatient.

Hope ... Hope ...
Expect on a floral envelope.
The sweet Heliotrope.
Sounds beautiful. Dutiful.

Bu too dumb to realize.
Smells nice.
Feels quiesce.
Gradually vanish, the grievance.

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