Grief by Lisa DiFruscior

Grief

Grief disconnects the heart and head the blood, the bones, the skin it filters through this somber life and alters you within

The soul agrees to bargain now in this intrepid place but it decides how long it lasts and it pervades all space

Grief billows as the smoke of fire and blinds the future scene bewilders moments from the past and every wound between

The soul revolts and spreads its ash a churning camouflage it reaps regret and restlessness a certain sabotage

Grief grips like sands of island a shelf on nature’s quell you cannot make new castles you cannot break its spell

The soul sustains in plenitude with hands and palm held free and holding on to one who’s gone leaves only more debris Lisa DiFruscio