Grief is like a corpse in the land of the living. by Kimeysia

One Poem Only · Sep 12, 2025 · 1m

Grief is like a corpse in the land of the living. Kimeysia They say grief is found in the saddest of people,In the saddest of families,In the lost and in the lonely.But I say this isn’t true.I’ve seen grief in happy homesIn the happiest of people.In you and in me.When grief knocks at our front door,We don’t invite it in with open arms.It comes without a whisper.So silently it creeps up,That it catches us off guard.Slowly creeping into our souls,Holding complete control of our emotions.We are lost,We are depressed.We want to run.But where do we hide?Do we seek shelter or do we hide from our…