INESCAPABLE GRIEF
Coral Gathman Cook
None of my greatest woes
Lie within the fact of my deafness
Nor within any other fact
They lie within the essence of who I am
I am indeed a sad person
I cannot escape the grief
Into which I was born
It dwells like a rotting stench
Within my bones
If I could escape it
I would then be nothing more at all
I would not even be this fragmented shell
Of a human being that I am now
I hate my torment
But I cannot live without it
Coral Gathman Cook
None of my greatest woes
Lie within the fact of my deafness
Nor within any other fact
They lie within the essence of who I am
I am indeed a sad person
I cannot escape the grief
Into which I was born
It dwells like a rotting stench
Within my bones
If I could escape it
I would then be nothing more at all
I would not even be this fragmented shell
Of a human being that I am now
I hate my torment
But I cannot live without it