Grief
Feb 25, 2017 · 1 min read
Grief is here
lapping at my feet,
at low-tide,
Gently lapping,
insistent and complete.
Insistent, always there,
Always
the waves are lapping,
lulling me to sleep in pain.
Grief it Rises
RISES UP
and Crashes over me
The WAVE covers me
Washing every thing away
GRIEF roaring over me
and there is
nothing that I can say.
Grief flows through me
passing from
Mountains
down to
plains
Grief a flowing
River
of Wishes
and Never Agains.
