“Grief”
By Rob Weddle
Grief is ugly
Nasty, with jagged teeth
A dungeon of the heart
Making it difficult to breathe
Fangs and claws
Snot, sweat and tears
Suffocating hope
Embracing darkest fears
Shadows and light
Screaming into abyss
Desperate, scarcely alive
Dying for those we miss
Alone, I shall fall
Lord I give you this bitterness
Salvage this shattered soul
Lest I fall to nothingness
Broken People 