Grief Poem by Anisa Tara

Unsuspecting froth meet my feet,
I bow where the ocean sits.
I surrender in reverence and in awe,
Love and death, He has seem them all.

I once trailed from a distance safe,
Whispers drew me to His waves.
Hands then dragged me from the shore,
Deep into my grieving bones he tore.

In the undertow of his violence,
I tried to nurse my bleeds and burns.
Slowly I couldn't tell his salt apart,
From the wounds inside my heart.

Unsuspecting froth meet me again,
I beg to feel a sliver of this pain.
At his feet I crumble and fall down,
Grief has no use for me now.