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Poetry: Death of a loved one

by Naomi Nevill

Sailor

We cry for now but not for too long,
for if tears could bring you back,
I would cry this land to sea,
drowning in my sorrow.

I'm riding on gray tides of grief,
alone in the deep-sea,
slowly sinking,
into a watery grave.

This place I call home,
can't possibly be,
for you were my home,
then got lost at sea.

They came to mourn you're loss,
They never found you're body
couldn't even put to rest,
all the remains that remain,
of a girl who knew him best.

Water up to the waist,
in all of this pain,
it couldn't hurt to go further,
to see you again.

We cry for now but not for too long,
as tears will do nothing,
for what's lost,
lost at sea.

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