Grief

This is grief, This is how men like me pray, Like a low note played on the piano, A sayonce for the pain, Like a soft hymn, Playing in the background, Yet the louder it gets, Till i cant hear no more. I am blinded by the pain, That clogs my heart, Unable to beat. I yearn for peace, for relief, From the burden within, I long for the semblance of peace, For a heart weighted down... I ponder, Is this life?