Grief Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

Grief, is a familiar friend I come with peace
He visits me in time of loss
He calls for me when I'm plagued in death
This is a friend I've known too well

A loved ones death was the painful
experience the first time
It tore me apart that not everyone around
was supposed to stay
You have to watch people leave
For them to go, you have to let go

When I see the dead, deep in eternal slumber
I wake up in cumber
Telling myself, will I die today
These thoughts have been with me since

The first, second, and even the third
But the last was more painful
Because I did not lose a person to death
I just lost a person, who now became a
stranger
He was the lost love, and that is more
painful

I wait and wait for the time
The dead comes back
I wait and wait for the person to come back
'Love comes back to you in different ways'
Franz Kafka says,
And I pray, ' I hope you're right, Kafka. I
hope you do'
And I, silently waiting for the lost love by the shore
As the sun sets
Reminiscing the moments I adored