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So I don't have a title for this poem, when you read,kindly suggest for me plssssss, thank you.

And it's about grieving and the different ways of handling it.

It's an excerpt, kindly enjoy🤗🤗

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"The way that the heart grieves isn’t uniform;

But they uniformly tell you to: “Take heart”, “Be Strong”, “You’ve got it”

And those other words of condolence you are not even sure if they are true,

Or if they just say it because others say it, and they just need to say something.

Nobody teaches you how to feel the hurt,

Nor how to cope with the burrows in the heart nailed by that hurt,

So I just knew, nobody is really prepared for a grieve or how to handle it,

So, let’s just say it’s part of life when it comes either creeping in or boisterously.

So, I have known and seen that grieve could get you handling it in silence,

It could be you just gawking, numb and uninterested, even in things that excite you.

I have seen and known that it could be laughing hysterically,

Or crying so loud, till you are out of tears.

Grieve could be in form of stings in your eyes,

Then feigning a smile and hardening your heart.

It could come like you smiling with your teeth,

And leaving your heart and eyes behind.

It could be pent up anger, aggression,

And crying so loud to the atmosphere with no ears to hear you...."

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The complete poem would be in my Poetry Compilation I am working on.