I sit across from Grief
In silence
He stares at me and I at him
Suddenly he breaks the silence by a tiny whisper
I stare at him as the realization of what he said sinks in
He's right
What he says is true
"No one cares. No one will help. No one will ever know."
I sit there, tears forming in my eyes
This small man who stares at me with such a sad expression is right
I take a deep breath and prepare to leave
"You cannot leave," grief shakes his head.
I look at where the door to the room was.
Nothing but wall was there
Fear grabs my heart
I can't leave
There is no way out
I glance at Grief who sits there
Staring at the ground
And slowly, a small smile forms on his mouth
written a long time ago, so was one of my first poems