Short Deathgrief Poems

The Wake

Extract unhappiness
From chamber danger in your heart; 
No seething grief will bring relief

As poison forms from bitter false belief 
To further flourish soaked in salt-tear flood 
Where blackened blooms consume imagination;

That one eternal cause of being,
A singularity of truth 
Alive in this and every universe,

But it might flee and leave you here to grieve
With one who's grief is done -
Till you become as death.