Fighting Grief

A Real Story

It comes by Waves.

Relentless.

Waxing and waning;

Lurking in the dark void

Of my loss,

Waiting to pounce.

Suddenly knocking me off my feet

Like a hurricane

Without notice or warning,

Twisting my senses

Like a tornado

Without respect for privacy.

It attacks in waves;

I lash out,

Fighting, Kicking, Punching

The enemy Within yet Unseen.

A Pause, then

Pain.

Unbearable pain,

Numbing and immobilizing,

Sapping every ounce of life;

Its vortex draining

Every drop of

Purpose and Meaning.

I lay down.

Giving up.

My end is Near.

Get it over quick,

I shout and smile,

Hoping soon for

Reunion with my Departed Love.