Grieving

It has been years and I am
Still grieving
Grieving my loss
Grieving those who are gone
Grieving what's missed
Grieving everyone
Grieving the living
Grieving the dead
Grieving what could have been
Grieving who I am instead
Grieving what the world could be
Grieving my mistakes
Grieving the stakes
Grieving even my victories
Grieving the past
Grieving the future
Grieving what's passed
Grieving how I matured
Grieving the child within
Grieving the lost years
Grieving every single sin
Grieving all of my fears
Grieving my grievances
Grieving my losses and gains
Grieving all the instances
Where I was in pain
Grieving every apology
Grieving, but faint
Grieving my anthology
Grieving my fate
Grieving what I was determined to be
Grieving my hate
Grieving my concern and misery
Grieving the image in the mirror
Grieving the silence I gave
Grieving my errors
Grieving the moment when I caved
Grieving my cowardice
Grieving the instances when I was brave
Grieving the glimpses of the past
Grieving the full images combined
Grieving the grievances
Grieving the grievances of mine

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