The Demon Grief

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    The Demon Grief
    A demon called 'GRIEF"
    Is devouring my soul.

    With razor sharp teeth
    It grinds and tears,
    Spitting out the essence of life
    In bits of gore

    That splatter 
    The sky,
    The earth,
    The universe.

    Like oozing puzzle pieces,
    Decaying as they fly,
    Only the ashes remain,
    To be blown away in the whispers of 'TIME'.

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    Grito commented on The Demon Grief

    08-20-2009

    Time so soft, so long, sharp teeth, bits of gore, endless beauty and pain.
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    Artie commented on The Demon Grief

    08-16-2009

    Nice piece!! I love how you describe how grief feeds upon us. 10 from me
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    BridgetBowen

    08/16/2009

    Thank you Artie I truly appreciate all your comments.

    jademelissa74 commented on The Demon Grief

    08-12-2009

    Dark poetry lights up any room :) You offer so much reflection throughout the entire piece. The imagery is vivid and the cry is loud! Outstanding!
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    laydbak1 commented on The Demon Grief

    08-05-2009

    Wow, this is a pure, all-encompassing description in verse of what grief really is and does to everyone living with it.... A great, short write...
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    BridgetBowen

    08/05/2009

    Thank you, your opinion means a lot to me!

    dahlusion commented on The Demon Grief

    08-05-2009

    This piece is so beautifully dark and rich in imagery.
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    BridgetBowen

    08/05/2009

    Thank you Dah, I have no words to express my gratitude to you.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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