National Poetry Month 2017 #5. Grief by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

[kerkevik_2014]

 
   It's hard to find the words to describe the sense of grief that is creeping over me; from reading some of the comments in my earliest posts by people who've gone in real life (R.I.P. 

Comments

[cornerofmadness]

I know what you mean. Months ago when we first got a hint that something terrible would happen with the full Russian control of LJ I started copying all my old posts (before I realize I could move it to DW). Though in my case it was more sadness rereading all the crap I've been through in the last 15 years.