What is grief?
I dont know.
For when there's pain,
I'm not sane.
My mouth starts to chuckle and my belly starts to grumble.
Do you want anything from the fridge?
But why is this?
What do you feel?
Maybe you need space?
Your pale little face.
I'm going to go talk to the dead.
"Join me now!" I said.
But you linger your steps and stumble on words,
"Why are you acting like this?"
But your mind wonders the abyss.
I wonder how you feel.
I want to feel it too.
I haven't felt grief since life was true.