Gravitational gridlock - grief ground.

And the grief,

When it hits,

Is like a wave.

It pulls you under,

And keeps you there.

For a while...in a dark place.

The pain is a heavy weight,

Crashing from all sides.

Time ceases.

And then it eases.

Gradually freeing you

To return to the light...

Until the next swell.

Written after my dad's suicide.