A/N: Another school poem. Soon will be writing something for Daredevil. Not really sure where to put any poems I write so...here.

Grief

Grief weighs heavy on the mind and soul

It tugs, and it pulls, and it weighs.

There is no escape from its wrath.

Grief does not settle.

They lie saying that it stays in one place

But it crawls and rips making its presence known

It damages each organ tearing it apart

It leaks out of you from an infinite pool.

Grief does not leave.

It's a dormant virus in a seemingly healthy body, and-

It hurts.

It's not like losing a limb as they say,

Its losing a piece of yourself

Only it's not a hole,

It's a dark mass that sits inside.

Grief covers you in black cloth,

Drowning out the outside world

Hiding you from what you once knew.

You're only left with a wisp of a memory

And you hope it doesn't fade,

But you know it never will.