Grief the Great Hunter
We are its prey
It comes for us all
Stalking us silently
Coming when we least expect it
Many forms
Relentless in its pursuit
As its quarry
We do our best daily to evade
Some of us seldom see it
Some live with it lurking daily
Breaks some of us
Callouses others
Takes some of us
Fleet footed
lethargic
fit
doesn't matter
It will catch you eventually
Curse of the mortal human
Copyright © Jacob Jones | Year Posted 2019
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