Gnashing Teeth Publishing

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Haikus on the Loss of a Beloved by Alex Grehy

Alex Grehy

I

The world spins around

the axis of my grief. I

stand still, paralysed.

II

Indivisible

prime number, my grief is mine

alone to carry.

III

The end was peaceful

I feel no remorse or guilt.

Sadness eats my bones.

IV

It was the right time,

suffering eased, merciful.

I cannot regret.

V

Loss yawns, he’s seen it

all before, voids full of tears,

I refuse to drown.

VI

Soft bones of sorrow

float light on dark currents, a

tide of hidden hope.

VII

I drift onto the

shores of tomorrow, resting

in sands of solace.

VIII

The world spins around,

This time I reach out, ready,

for motion renewed.

Alex Grehy’s poetry and short stories have been featured in a range of publications worldwide. Her sweet life revolves around narrowboating, greyhounds, singing and chocolate. Alex’s best friend says of her vivid writing ‘For someone so lovely, you’re very twisted!

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