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A look at a simple, but powerful emotion.

“Release me, I demand of you, now, do it!” this argument will last forever. My head screams at me to find release in it, to bathe with it, but no, my capture will never free their arms from around my waist and my heart.

Ah to be months back, times were different, more shallow it’s true, but who isn’t shallow these day’s in some form or another I ask you. I shared hands, paths and all things that lead to my happiness. We declared romance, right and the innocence of capturing each other, like falling from a great height yet landing softly, on feathers that build around our minds.

Now look at me, my skin had felt o soap in weeks, tears the only salvation, making roads in the dirt. Sweat, urine makes the air sweet and sickly to the point where senses merely jolt instead of puke. Ingrained mud, coffee and faeces can only be detected by science from prints of fingers and hands.

“I beg you, my good foe, let me leave you. I yearn for normality again, for to be clean of heart, body and mind, let memory punish me now. I have no anger, no fear, and no tears left for you, please, I beg of you”

. . . . . . . . . . “No, my dear sweet boy, I will never let you go, not until that is, you have strength enough to push me away, then and only then, will I loosen my grip, you pathetic, pitiful man, have you no sense of yourself, I am Grief, I am forever.”

Author's Note

Be as honest as you dare.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Potently wrenching!
Grief is something that never leaves..never..years may trail on from the days of those we lose...each new phase of life offers something to be shared and when we are lost in grief...who do we share that with?
Wrenching!
I can relate...grieving never stops...it only mutates and all we can do is evolve with it, somehow, some way!
xoxo

[Coyote Poetry]

Few can control their emotion and their desire. We are the master or the slave. The story told of a struggle that sometime we don't want to win. I like the way you ended this story.
“No, my dear sweet boy, I will never let you go, not until that is, you have strength enough to push me away, then and only then, will I loosen my grip, you pathetic, pitiful man, have you no sense of yourself, I am Grief, I am forever.”
Thank you for the excellent story.
Coyote

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Grief will try its best to hold onto us. It will tell us that we will never be the same again. When we look in the mirror it will whisper "See how you have aged?" It smiles when it listens to us cry each night as if our hearts will never return from shattered pieces again. Oh, but grief can be defeated if one never looks away from the small penlight of hope that is always still there........Grief can be left behind, these words come to you from a widow.

[Butterfly]

Boring.

[Hayley]

I love how you used poetry as prose. I like the conversation also...
You have portrayed the emotion to a point where I was almost nodding my head in agreement. Grief does not leave us until we are to a point when we can walk away.
Your descriptions in the third paragraph are absolutely phenomenal! (and disgusting, but hey, that's what makes it great!!)

[Anthony]

Our faithful lover and inseparable friend, Grief. How closely he stays to us and how strong his arms are around us, letting us wallow as deep as we wish in his hold.
You've captured the essence of Grief perfectly in this short story, nice one!

[Rene Velez]

I have seen much of the sort where I am...a feeling not easily handled...great story...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Grief can be so destructed to ones health, if they cannot get a handle on it1 this was well written and vividly expressed to the point that grief was staring at me! Strong write!

[Revolutionary]

Ilove how hard it is to read in parts.The words so grotesque then suddenly so loving and full of desire .I was shocked to discover this is no lover but grief.A feeling I have avoided to the point I do not know it when I see it.I love it

[Chris]

You touched a button many wish they recovered from... some really never do - find their way back from Grief's brink and unforgiving edge.

Take care Tom,
Chris