Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Terror of Grief.

The Terror of Grief.

The Terror of Grief is like
a frenzied, stray dog, anger
howling in the looks,

The terror of grief is chasing you,
you run, driven by the extremes
gasping for breadth,

you run to get caught, gored
by the massive teeth,
the horror of a victim,

your clean, unpolluted head
for all its innocence and purity
guillotined, blood shed,

the terror of Grief holds you
by its relentless claw,
until blood is drained,

the shiver is a tremor , engulfs you
in its abysmal deep.

1 comment:

Joseph Pulikotil said...

Hello!

Lovely poem! Thanks for sharing!

The terror of grief doen't last forever. Time heals, you become immersed in other routine activities of living and soon forget your grief.

Have a good day!