GRIEF

Grief

Lonely, and a little bit misunderstood
That's the only words to describe it if you could,
It's seen; but others will never understand,
You're the only one been dealt this hand,
Look for the beauty though; it is all around,
In the darkest places it's not easily found,
You bring it with you everywhere you go,
You are surrounded by an ethereal glow,
That glow is them, living on through you,
You are the looking glass bringing it to view.