Grief is filled with

Colors you can’t describe

Things you can’t really see

With the naked eye

Grief is tainted with

Tear Stained Pages

Flowing Freely,

Seemingly,

It never ages

Grief is profound

Deep and Thick

Muddled and Troubled

Grasping you, Sinking, Quick

Grief is Fire and Ice

Gripping, Releasing

Falling fast with Sudden Stops

It feels

Never Ceasing