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…..
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