Erosion

Grief erodes him softly from the inside out It doesn’t scream, it doesn’t shout Like a silent gas it seeps and permeates Forming a cloak over his usual state Infiltrating the inner being It’s host unknowing and unseeing Anger rages back and forth Throwing its host’s life off course The external eye cannot see the inner war or causality Where once stood an upright soul Grief has twisted it around a ragged pole He thinks he knows, but he cannot feel As grief is the thief that makes life unreal Will it swallow him alive? Surely he must be the one to survive! His companion begs to ask – Will he be the man he was before this arrived? Or will grief be too successful in its task? These questions remain unanswered As grief is forever the silent dancer It does not care to share its mission To release the pain that started this endless frission…..