Entangling with my own grief.
Happening everyday and I don't know what to say.
Even if it's long or brief.
It keeps coming in my soul in a sweeping sort of way.
Coming in and taking my happiness like a thief.
Once it comes I am currently at bay.
It comes and I am distraught and disbelief.
It comes in and I am it's prey.
I need to stand up as I am my own chief.
But really, should I fight it or should I ran away?
I don't ever get any relief.
It will overtake me at any day.
