GRIEF Poem: The Sweetest Betrayal, by Felix Flauta

Surrender, sleep, then wake up
without the fatigue,
but the sadness you fled
still remains in the morning.

Last night, thinking,

“This will go away with sleep
and some dreams.”

This morning, realizing,
only the physical exhaustion
has abandoned you.

You thought melancholy might
disappear with
the arrival of visions.

And the dreams did come,
but carried despair into the morning