Poets?? Can you write a poem that embodies personal grief and utter misery..that

Question: Poets!?!? Can you write a poem that embodies personal grief and utter misery!.!.that really captures it!?

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With my pen in hand
I sit down to write as best I can
The misery that holds me fast
And won't let go 'til I breathe my last

A tiny bundle of joy she was
With a head full of baby fuzz
Her daddy's eyes so very blue
A cupid's smile sweet and true

But death came and took her away
Now as I struggle through each day
I think of days gone long past
With my future so very over cast

Why did I start to write this thing
The tears stream and do sting
As memories flood through my mind
Please God, take me now, Be kind!.

(In memory of my grand daughter & for my daughter who is still struggling with her death as am I too)Www@QuestionHome@Com

This is a poem I wrote during a very difficult winter when I was extremely depressed (check your e-mail for another one)!.

WINTER WOOD

I travel far to Winter Wood
Clutching my heart and out of breath,
Arriving on this barren ground,
My tired soul to meet with Death!.

So in the clearing I now stand,
Relinquishing all I hold dear,
Shrouded in dusk he does approach,
Pale rider on a darkish mare!.

And then we stand by water's edge!.
He beckons that I follow him
To where a single boat lies moored
The time is late, the light grows dim!.

No sound at all, no rush of tide,
The surface of the lake is glass!.
Mist closes in on either side,
He nods again, his gaze steadfast!.

Into the narrow boat we go
To seek a distant, unseen shore!.
The world of light and laughter gone,
And I shall see no more, no more!.

Depression is a terrible thing!. For me, it is a profound sense of isolation from the world and everyone in it!. That is the essence of this poem!.

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At night alone and in my room the banshees come to taunt
within my thoughts and love for you that is their favorite haunt

each visit by these subtle wraiths takes a mighty toll
their grip is firm their aim is true, the target is my soul

Doubt and fear are potent weapons their arsenal is great, they try to make me surrender and attribute it to fate

let go dont cling they say to me the pain will cease to exist, and with all my strength and fortitude I continue to resist

Each day I wake divided and shed a mighty tear, for in loss of you is I find by far my greatest fear

and so you see I have at once come to realize, I am in fact boundless and immeasurable in size

And now the sun begins to rise and I greet another day, my hopes and dreams revitalized!.!.!.!.I know I'll find a wayWww@QuestionHome@Com

There it sits
cleaner than the other keys
On your keyboard
The Q
Lonely Q
It cries,
"Only when they want to quit
do they call me!."Www@QuestionHome@Com

poetry depicts beauty and not mysery

sirWww@QuestionHome@Com

clyde
diedWww@QuestionHome@Com

i have a poem about when i lost my little sister!? would that one work!?Www@QuestionHome@Com