-for the heartbroken-
The depths of this kind of grief
brings me to a place that is unreachable
down into the dark night of the soul and
into the depths of somewhere unfathomable
I sink, inconsolable
This is the kind of grief that fills empty spaces
with jarring cadences of lament & loss -
there is no other sound aside from this rising cry
I weep, inconsolable
And I find, in this constrictive space of death and gloom
You, oh gentle and lowly
ready to sink with me; desirous to be with me
in this sacred space that is grief unnamed
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