Grief-root

This grief twists around me,

A primordial root connected to the fundamental wailing

Pulled from the the soul of the earth.

My tears are the salt of the sea and the stream of the rain;

They are water itself and life-

Bitter and burning and flow.

I scream so loud it swallows the universe.

My laments echo down time’s corridors

Like fell black-winged horses running a doomed apocalyptic race.

My words are forever etched on the very pillars of creation itself.

I am done.