Left Behind

Abandoned by grief

alone
in the murky chaos of life
left behind by flesh and blood.

grief
hammers you at the oddest moments
seeking to break open the scarred wounds
you keep concealed

alone
abandoned by those
who found no escape
from their jagged dilemmas.

grief
leaves you scrambling
though a labyrinth of turmoil
sometimes silent, sometimes screaming

alone
an orphan
struggling in solitude,
like a fly creeping across a spider’s web
trapped in the gauze,
a snare that grabs your legs
and sucks you down

grief
does anyone understand?