Grief, the Sneaky Thief

he's hiding in a dream and in a waking thought he smiles at each new pain that to you he has cheerfully wrought sly, conniving, stealthy, on your sobs he grows more wealthy his smile your inverted grimace, he's got , oh so many tricks... yes, sadistic tricks he has aplenty he'll wrap visions of your loss right before your very eyes you think you're looking here and now, but find to your surprise... everything you see or touch a remembrance attached to it he makes a miserable existence a life of pure, pure,...sh_t, but somehow YOU feel guilty, though you know it makes no sense he's grinning deep and wide now, he's bridged your last defense... he waits, in his way, so seemingly absurd cause one day you'll pass to God.... who has the final word.... and reunited you will be, and of this you should not doubt, when God allows you to see, what once it seemed you could not. 4 R.B.