Grief.

I’m a bit of a loner.

Not many friends.

That’s why it hurts so much.

When one of them ends.

 

A trusted close friend.

For me is so rare.

Someone I can talk to.

My soul I lay bare.

 

Dealing with feelings.

I don’t do so well.

I keep them locked inside.

Until my head starts to swell.

 

Writing a poem.

Or maybe a story.

Eases my pain.

Life’s a bit more hunky-dory.

 

Until the night.

When I fall off to sleep.

The night terrors start.

So dark and so deep.

 

I stay up as long as I can.

My wife I don’t want to harm.

Take some pills before bed.

So I sleep and stay calm.

 

I wake up in the morning.

Look around for blood.

What did I do in my sleep.

It’s as clear as mud.

 

 

 

Grief effects people.

In different ways.

It can last for years.

Some people only days.

 

For me it will hurt for a long time.

That’s why I can’t keep many friends.

It’s too damn hard.

When one of them ends.

 

By:- Mick Stewart.