Resident grief (my poem)
Grief does not reside here
It starved on nights of few
It succumbed to loneliness
It drowned in cold showers
In its stead are stones, cement,
and the iron will that binds them
My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.