Poem- It Comes In Bursts

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It comes in bursts,

that feeling fills your body

after the death of a loved one,

flowing like water in pipes that

are ready to give in.


It comes in flashes,

Like the instantaneous light

of camera, observed only for

a second as the world comes

crashing down.


It comes in shots

like the sound of a guns

on a battlefield, sustained only

by the fury of the men holding them,

each already prepared to die.


It comes as quickly as it goes,

because its not welcome. It wants to

stick around, maybe crash at your place for

awhile, but you just can’t deal with it right now,

you just can’t bear it.


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