My friend is grieving
She doesn’t know it
Says she’s tired, needs more sleep
Or exercise
Yes, exercise, that’s the key
Or maybe better food
And it’s been rainy
That will do it


But it’s Grief.
I know Her well.
I’ve spent enough time in Her dank lair
Bent, tied and struggling
Exhausted, defeated.

Grief bade me profess her name
Enter her wretched realm
I spat at Her, refused

The price was torture, I knew
But madly endured
Until powerless, I fell

 And the tears came

And the rage

And the fear

    And Grief was gone.


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