What Is Grief?

It's overwhelming.

Grief is a tidal wave of depression,

Of loss and mourning. It is the

Dead's life story painted on the

Insides of your eyelids, visible

Even through the piercing darkness

Of a night grave, visits to the

Fields of the lost and illness

That seemed to lack the ilk

To fit in, for they have misplaced

The light of the living.

Grief is a burning substance,

An addictive scent that's hard to

Let go of. But I suppose you'll

Join them in Heaven, if you

Believe that sort of thing.

But most of all, it's saying

Goodbye, so long, farewell,

Adieu, even though I hate to leave.

It's grief-stricken faces in the graveyard.

The End

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