Poetry Corner

Verse by Adam

Grief

I know the shape of grief.
Grief attacks like a killer thief.
Attacking when you least expect it.

It tears and shreds at your heart.
It makes you fall to your knees.
You cry out with terror as it torments you.

When it's over, and it's finished with you.
It returns to the dark shadows of the alley.
To wait, watching for its next victim.