Grief stalks me
A cruel hunter
Sharp and keen
In the shadowed wood
Or twilight
Becoming a deadly foe
Bold even in
Noon day sun.
An arrow from that bow sends
My heart into fragments,
My eyes blinded by
Salt water flow
And my soul cries out
In the anguish of
Loss
The remembrance
Of a suffering soul
Now free
From these deadly shades,
The hunted no more.
No, I will not let these snares
Trap me
That lurking around my soul
Make grief a grave to be.
No, I would it be a boat
To take me to that distant shore.
