Gift of Grief

Freezing the blood gushing through veins;
Pausing the thoughts running in the brain.

Rendering all colors, as colorless;
Making dark, even the brightest.

Robbing you of all the valuables;
Making poor, even the richest.

Clouding all the joy and happiness,
In the mist of gloom and sadness.

It does it all,
Corrodes even a rock.
Comes like a visitor,
With a gift of grief,
Its - Loneliness on a spree.







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