The Power of Grief

It happens
every now and then
just four words

My sister is dead

Grief comes with a
great sucking sound
a black hole that pulls
on all that I have held dear
on all that I have lost

It hungers for
the stars of love
and memory,
encroaches upon their light

But oh, my sweet
darkness you are the light
Do not hunger for
there can not be emptiness
where such power is born.