I think I know about grief
the five thousand stages
until five thousand one lurks
then takes hold and I’m stricken
pain gouged raw and laid bare
open, visible heart beating out the pain.
I unwittingly become a study in pain.
How does she get through that grief
when her being is a cavern bared
the never ending succession of stages
die then resurrect and she strives
to remain whole though the demons lurk.
Beneath the smile and even joy lurks
a villain real and filled with pain
paused in limbo but ready to strike
death’s claw unacknowledged in stages
regardless of the happiness I bore.
How can one be so stricken
so utterly and completely barren
of any sign of the companion grief,
hope each day will differ when there lurks
the hovering relentlessness of pain
lying in wait for one slip on life’s stage.
I can no longer remember the stages
that I went through when death struck.
All I remember is feeling the pain
that ripped me up and laid bare
my heart for those to see that lurked.
Deliver me from grief and it’s stages
that lurks ready to pounce and strike,
bare my life as it is; a cavern of pain.