Grief1 min 508 1 min 508
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...