‘Grief’

by Keira Jade Jordan

It won’t stop

I wander atop

And dangle my feet,

Over the nonchalant

streets.


They come back


Not they; it.

Consuming me like a never

ending psychological pit

Slowly but surely, it devours

your brain

Releasing trapped

memories that bring you

pain


In protest, you grab your

head

And try to yank it out

But it won’t stop until it’s

fed

you shout

‘What are you?’


An unnatural hum plays in a

chorus

It’s tempo increasing

You know what’s about to

happen

You drop to your knees and

begin pleading


The anvil drops on your

heart

Causing your breathing to

halt to a stop

You get up

and jump.