The Weight of Grief

Despondent. Empty. Indifferent. Numb.

Angry. Bitter.

Where has joy gone?

Is this a season,

A storm that will pass?

It must be.

My body is heavy,

My mind a leaden weight.

Exhausted. Defeated.

Tired of what?

Life?

Grief wells up within me,

But for what do I mourn?

Grief for the relentless thoughts,

Grief for the endless feelings,

Grief for the prison of my mind.

I am tired of feeling this way,

Tired of thinking this way.

So weary.

Wouldn't it be peaceful,

To close my eyes

And drift away forever?