Grief,
I can feel it inside of me. Grief its only and every will be hate, sorrow, resent.
Oh why, I ask does it come to me, for I have done nothing?
But, Grief, shall I say, may just pick its favorites.
Sometimes I feel at war with Grief,
with it battling in my heart and mind,
but I shall not let it win, or at least not all the time…