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