Grief

I can not shut out Grief
He hangs over my head
I can not put him in a box
Because he becomes like the monsters under my bed.
Nor can I pretend he isn't there
I feel his ache in every shallow breath I take
I can't not tune his out with songs
I can hear him in the back ground as he sings along
I suppose I should just let him stay
He's made himself quite at home
I guess even with grief dwelling here
It's better than being alone