Truth about grief

The clouds so grey, imitate a heart
Teardrops fall as rain
On the edge of an implosion
Or explosion
A mind does rest.
Withdrawal is Gold
The darkness that resides inside
Is precious than the lights shining bright
Too bright.
It is going to seem longer than it is
As it slowly slips out of the fingers.
Then Smile. You’re forced to smile
The saddest smile one could ever see
Why are they shy to mention?
The truth about grief.