Grief and Villains

Good grief

That's all I can think about somedays

Days I am reminded of all the precious things

The precious people that were ripped from my life

Leaving me shattered, and confused

I started to realize how over the years

I sympathize with the villains of every story I read

Every show I watch

For the broken and defeated characters

Who turned to evil because they lost something precious

I let out a heavy sigh

And mumble good grief once more

Grief that has led me to the same conclusions

Burn the world down so everyone feels my pain

But all those villains wanted was someone to understand

Grief made the world my enemy

I promised to reshape the world in grief’s bleak and bloody image

It's the most admirable devotion to grief in a way

Contrasted to a hero’s love, and commitment to duty, to honor

Oh, but the poor Hero can never do any wrong

They always rise above the challenge, rise above the loss

And we love the heroes for it, but condemn the villains for the same

As if the villains don't embody the very essence of humanity at its core

More than the courage and bravery of the hero ever could

Show me the real essence of grief

Show me the destruction of your soul after losing a loved one

Show me the descent into madness

Show me how much you loved, and that very love became grief

The grief that tears everyone apart all the same

Grief holds the loudest voice at every loss

Even love remains silent while the cries are heard

The woes, the moans, the wailing echoing throughout time

Asking only to be heard, to be understood.