In My Grief

IN MY GRIEF . . . In my grief, I shot the stars one by one I didn’t stop until my anger was all done Until the blue sky was as dark as my soul Until the universe was one blackened hole Life became a vacuum, it's suffocating me I wailed upon the earth like some banshee I leashed upon others - a tormented soul To destroy life as we knew it, was my goal As rains poured until they became storms Out of the flooded rivers poisoning foams I saw all that before me all withered & die All because my anger would not let me lie No one given soul could prevent my wrath As I destroyed all that was within my path Earthquakes flattened and shattered land People dying - but here I was, I still stand The earth - the sky’s; as dark as my soul Deeper into the blackness - I dug my hole Until my grief subsided - I reached a calm With nothing left now within my own palm Then came upon me a light; shining bright You sought me out & brought me to light The stars returned, came back one by one Then I realised just what I had done wrong I'd sold my soul - so life could return again Where I suffered in hell; for all of your pain Time recoiled, with it, all things are replaced My grief boxed and now hides from disgrace That wailed banshee, now balled and chained My anger quelled, and all is then constrained Grieving has a power that stands on its own Ripping you apart & cutting one to the bone So I replaced all the bullets - all with a hope Forgetting my grief, I will learn how to cope Indiana Shaw . . . -_-