Grieving is for the living
Grieving is for the living;
the dead passes on
while we’re stuck.
There’s only so much grief
that the heart can entertain.
Life is a sad broken track.
We process it differently,
but we go through it just the same.
There’s no ounce of growth to be had,
when we’re all wallowing in its crippling pain.
Grief emancipates.
Grief imprisons.
Grief rises and sets.
Grief has seasons.
Grief is a moving target.
Grief is an empathetic pet.
Grief breathes life
and robs for the wrong reasons.
Grief is a pit in your stomach.
Grief is a whirlpool in the sea.
Grief is an abandoned shipwreck.
Grief is a lovely company.
Grief is a journey.
Grief is wheeled with the gurney.
Grief is a whisper to the void.
Grief is an AI powering an android.
Grief darkens.
Grief glimmers.
Grief forgets
and then remembers.
Grief connects.
Grief divides.
Grief reflects.
Grief provides.
Grief grows with us until the end.
When it leaves, Grief becomes our last friend.
Grief transforms and transfixes.
Grief changes everything it touches.
Grief holds on until we are gone.
Grief is transferred onto our loved ones.
Grief is the legacy we pass on to them.
Grief is a haunting and a lifelong requiem.
