The conflicts of grief

Wed, 04/08/2020 - 16:17 -- sask

I love you.
I miss you. 
You are always 
On my mind


But sometimes I hate you.
Im seething. 
Did you not think 
What you were leaving behind? 


It doesn't feel moral to speak ill 
Of someone once they are gone
But I can't help it.
You are selfish.

You didn't care that when your pain ended, ours begun. 


This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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