Grief

That shredding beast,
Who feeds on pain.
Pulling and ripping and tearing,
Never full.

Begging and pleading
On your knees,
Asking for mercy.

But still it pulls,
It rips,
It tears,
It feeds.

Until it finds the heart.
It pauses, a brief respite.
Only to continue on,
Drilling through,
Pulling glue,
Ripping tape,
And tearing stitches.

Leaving only scraps
Of what once was,
To be picked up.

And once again
Glued,
Taped,
And stitched
Back together.
Still cracked,
Still fragile,
And never complete
Awaiting the beasts return.