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GRIEF
Grief sat next to me
The words were few
Yet I was understood
There were no complaints
No chatter of how soon
Things will get better
None of the usual
Hold on to the memories
Grief knows that my heart
Is now a crypt of splinters
And the hurt is so deep
Like an abyss
And the only light I see
Is from the glare on the surface
From the river of tears
That I’ve cried
© Toyer Fahie
© Toyer Fahie
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| Toyer Fahie |
Toyer Fahie was born and raised in the Virgin Islands. Toyer began writing poems in her mid-teens. Her favorite type of poem to write is free verse —she writes directly from her heart. Toyer has entered local poetry competitions, which yielded winnings. She currently writes for several online journals.
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