Grief:

Grief is cold

slick like black ice

awaiting one misstep

greedy like the Devil’s sons

and yet grief cuts

smooth like steal blades

leaves your skin burning

from the inside out

your heart beats

still and steady, yet everyday

breathing becomes a chore

much to hard to want to do anymore

Grief is the shadows that lurk

behind you, following carefully, hunting you

endlessly it ignites such a fear.