At this moment I am very sad. Grieving seems to consist of both anger and sadness and often vacillates between the two. I don't know what to write. I have written a poem which remains in draft since yesterday. It will probably stay there. Just now I started a new one and stopped. Every poetic thought I have at the moment cannot get past the rose.
The rose.
There are really no words to capture how I feel right now. And I don't want to feel this way. By my writing here I am not seeking any sympathy or comments. Please don't. Frankly I am writing here to try and get something out. But I can't get it out.
The rose.
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