Situations do arise

When the path ahead is devoid of light

Making frightful 

The simplest of move

Stagnation seems to be the choice best

Best yes but desirable not at all

What life it is lived in fear

Better it is to break the barriers imagined

Regret we might this choice

But the novel emotion in it self

Would seem to be a delight

An escape from the world devoid of light

I am Grief.
Shadows in your mind,
cobwebs in your throat,
shaking hands reaching for
someone who's no longer there.
An unbearable loss.

I leave you empty of words
and feelings
and life,
yet full of emptiness,
and sadness
and hurt.
Words are gone,
light is too bright,
sound is too loud,
life is too hard.

The lost one's voice,
a ****** of laughter,
perk up in hope.
Remember that they're not there.
Death is permanent
and I am Grief,
your friend.