This Grief – an #improv #poem

This grief
That seeps into
And out of me these days

Carries the weight of worry.
Vacillating between
A frozen melancholy and
A burning panic,

Its heaviness is
Impossible to remove
From my awareness.

The chills draw my
Head to my chest,
Tucking like a bird
Tucks under its wing.

The sweats leave a
Smelly ooze of
Anxious fear mingled
With unknowing dread.

How, oh how,
Can someone who shares
My humanness —

This blood that flows through veins
And skin that holds in
Ligament,
Muscle,
Sinew, and
Bone —

Ignore the beauty of
The earth we live
(And sometimes thrive)
Upon;

Give such venom to other
People;
Rain hurt on anyone
Perceived
As “less-than”; and

Value self-aggrandizement more than
Love?

Because I don’t have
A satisfactory answer
To my own question,

This grief is what I have.

~ spontaneously created by Stan Stewart
~ Copyright 2019 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All rights reserved.