Grief

While in my happy place

I looked at the Grief’s gorgeous face

What did he look like you might think?

Someone so bewitching that I couldn’t even blink.

Sadness, his little sister had teary eyes

Blurry sight made her taste only despise

But Grief had suffered from this agony for years

He had stopped believing in his friends and peers

Dejection, Grief’s best friend was rather optimistic fellow

Seeing him, Grief wondered, will world ever be mellow?

His uncles Remorse and Regret still had hope

But Grief made any misery harder to cope

Anger, a distant relative had so much pent up frustration

But Grief was embodiment of lamentation

Devastation, Grief’s father was infamous for striking with a loud noise

But Grief refused to listen to his heart’s voice

He seemed to be calm and silent

His eyes filled with pain and storms so violent

His heart was engulfed by despair

Nothing mattered any more, he no longer seemed to care

I had been staring at Grief now for a while

Grief was a broken person bearing an alluring smile...