grief is a luxury
forgo your duties
responsibilities
lay here in the muck
ignore the expectations
let everything else go
wallow
let weeds spring up covering the roses
trash build up breeding flies
sit there and cry and cry and cry
you can't bring them back
let that futility wash over you
while you give up
others must get 'things done'
feel the shame and guilt
let the weight of it all
crush you to the floor
grind you into powder
and make you wish for wind
to carry you away