My grief

 These promises are all fake,

The dreams you are filled with,

Something great or magical,

The thoughts of conquering the world,

Reality is much darker and mean,

Sorrow isn’t always followed by joy,

Tears don’t always go dry,

Today you are thriving,

Tomorrow you might be gone,

And who is going to say your name?

Beyond tombs and postcards,

Neither love nor kindness,

Can save your demise,

And I sometimes wonder,

What did I really came here for?

Maybe just to watch you rise,

And then fall,

Break a bone,

Let me hear you cry,

Your laughter is echoing in my heart,

I am still in shock and can’t believe,

I don’t know what to do,

With this grief.