grief

grief

a villain that grabs your time

breaking down your door, built of love

memories that protect you are swept away

the feeling

ZAP

it sneaks or it ambushes

thrashing around

slow boiling

i can not see it until it is too late

solace, solidarity

you repair the cracks

that never disappear

the seams are there, always

sometimes hardly noticeable

sometimes shouting their neon cries

better place, happy, quiet

no pain, rest, love, heaven

those stories 

true for some

true for me

can not stop the villain

offers comfort, these stones

as i clean up the debris 

villain, that bastard of grief and time

haunting my cupboards

hiding in the most innocent of places

lingering in my brain

waiting for an invitation to strike

with a smirk and a resonating 

BOOM