Grief

It comes in late at night
swallows me whole
engulfing me completely.
I can't fight it
there's just no use.
I guess i should get used to living with it
with the constant pain that never subsides
It's supposed to get easier, right?
So why does it feel like there's no light at the end of the tunnel?
Like it's not going to get better?
I wrap myself up tight in the quilt
And pray that it won't find me tonight.
That it won't take me to the depths of despair.
I pray for peace,
to remember you, but to stop mourning you.