Grief Poem by Cerulean Celyn

Looks at the bottom of the edge of death
And dives;
Tears joining the rest in the dirt.
I would want to assure Grief,
This is life for the moment,
But its head snaps up in an eerie way
And hazel eyes have become black,
And it's so still, I'm convinced of its passing.
It speaks, though
Outpouring its emotions into words,
And they seep into my mind, different shades of crimson.
It clings close to my side, a continuous cloud of grim;
My demise will end its jealousy.
And in the same breath that I die, I live.
It looks at the bottom of the edge of death
And dives;
Blood joining the rest in the fire.
I would want to flee Grief,
I have life for the moment,
But its head snaps up in that eerie way
And I conclude, I drown in the black.