My Grief Poem by Randy McClave

When she died I had only grief
It entered my soul like a thief
It was all the love that I should had have gave, but couldn't
I hid it and I ignored it, which I shouldn't.
The unspent love had gathered in the corners of the eyes
Which becomes pain, sadness, shame and even lies,
It then formed into a lump inside my throat
From it the sadness and the regret I can quote.
It became the hollered part of my chest
Which gave me both tears and stress and no rest,
It stayed with me for years and the reason now I know
Grief becomes love, with no place to go.

Randy L. McClave