Grief’s Lasting Siege
Grief my chest is hurting and I suppose it always will. not for the short moments where I forget I'm in pain, but in the lingering brutal knife stab when I remember I'm bleeding. when a scent reminds me of you, when a name reminds me of you, when I stumble unto a picture, a video of you and I once again freeze. transported to the very day I lost you. grief lingers, in the way it invades, not seeking permission, straight onwards like a colonizer, laying claim to the land you call heart. it is there to stay and it will stay far longer than you, out living you. grief reminds you of your weakness, how no matter how much riches you gather, how much talents you acquire that you are nothing. you have been nothing because it is only nothing who can do nothing. nothing to prevent the loss, nothing to rewind time. grief is harsh, in the way it disguises, pretending to fade into the background while knowing its never left, waiting for you like an ambush set with perfect bait underneath...
