Grief

The man is just killing time on that table

He is not able, to accept the reality 

Of his decisions that turned fatal 

So he's thinking of his existence quite radically

The heart was once red, full of vigor 

But the mind is a killer, it's called over thinking

So in attempt to ease the tensions, there goes

another bottle of liquor

Because you aren't you when you're hungry

but he's empty inside his soul, he needs honey

but not a lot of sugar like a snicker 

Grief is the greatest thief

of our tranquility within

But if you freeze and breathe

and let the breeze relieve all the

grieve

It will decrease and will release

... the man within

Reviews

[Clara]

"Grief is the greatest thief
of our tranquility within
But if you freeze and breathe
and let the breeze relieve all the
grieve
It will decrease and will release"

I liked this because I feel it.
Great write. :)

[CRZ]

Thank you :). Glad those sequence of words made you feel something.