Grief

I’m having trouble distinguishing

My anti-social proclivities

From the natural response

To death surrounding me

I feel myself decaying

But it’s not fast enough for my liking

And the news

I cannot stomach the details, the headlines overwhelm me

Forgetting, pretending otherwise

Feels sacrilegious

But bitter feelings result in

Counterintuitive treatment to those who remain

As it creeps into my home

How could it not?

It’s in my city, it’s everywhere at once

No one is impervious, untouched

My mother likes to not think

About the ills of the world

But it’s all my head is filled with

As her mind is full of more personal sorrows I cannot bring myself to acknowledge