Grief

Grief is a quiet thing
Deadly in repose.
A raging horror, a thunder of abuse

Raucous...
Demanding...
Incomprehensible...
Tearing all that one has ever loved.

Hopeless,
Forlorn,
Fear-ridden and misunderstood...
Ceasing a moment, and through the years
Returning... to destroy.

To rage,
To curse all that is happy
or contented
or trusting.

To threaten every beauty that is true.

Grief,
it's a quiet thing.

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