Grief is like the rivers of a cave, 

On the surface, it’s beautifully blue.

But deeper down its a never-ending black hole

Only filled with your thoughts and regrets.

Grief sounds like the sharp

 and scary stalagmites in a cave, 

dripping the tears of sorrow.

      Drip…

                   Drip…

                                Drip…

Every second of silence feels like a waste.

Grief tastes like the salt found underground, 

The taste of wishing that

You could have done something…

Anything.

Grief smells of a wet cave, 

Coal-colored Mold growing and growing,

Until it takes it over.

Grief is like the deepest part of a cave,

A deep 

           Dark 

                     Dangerous

                                        Place, 

seems like there’s no end.

Grief is like a sharp tiny hole to crawl through,

The tiny rocks constantly,

Stabbing you and stabbing you.

Until your heart…

breaks.