Grief Poem by sharon wildey

March 16,2018

I grieve ruthlessly every day, words escape my mouth, I scream "I hate you", words are escaping but not my screams who continue to lie hidden from all but my ears, I hear my screams every day, I grieve, I see their faces, the tormentors, I hate them, all of them, especially those of my seed, they do not deserve to walk on this earth, even in the darkest of nights, I curse them, I curse their children for three generations, my right as a religious person, for 3 generations, there is no balm, no salve, no words, no words of salvation, I read the Book of Job and see nothing but blind evasive foolishness by petty men who refuse the reality of the story, Get it fools, god allowed this pain, anguish, torture for the mere pleasure found in a wager, allowed Job to lose his family, his home and his health, allowed his gruesome painful existence to continue with the blessings of death, the haters like god, why not he was created as a model for them, I grieve every day, I cry out my hatred, I cannot escape it, for the pleasure of my children, my enemies and my god. Relentlessly, over and over, I cannot escape it. Every day, every month, every long night