Grief ---- A Poem

She saw her son with grief

Sad that here belief 

Of happiness was nothing

But a big lie

She had seen her life as a

Cosy bed of roses

But it was nothing

Except for thorns and nails

She used to be proud

Of her wealth and her beauty

But now that all were taken away

Along with her son

She saw her son's face

Lifeless and empty

And now her time was also

Coming nearer

She had been afraid of

The emptiness of the grave

But wrong she was about it

As it will be filled,

Not with roses and melons,

Or their fresh scent

But with needles

That will tear her apart

She saw her son's hair,

Black as coal,

And also saw her own pride

Which had destroyed everything

She saw everything 

Inside her head

The knife that was in her hand

Now was dripping blood

The knife was the thing

That ran through her son 

But know she was regretting

Everything...

She saw her son again

But now,

Everything was black