Swollen With Grief

It takes you in
Like a dark cave,
With its mysterious aura.
The cave breeds curiousity
And so you enter,
With caution and eyes gentle.
And all at once, you feel afraid.
What you thought would be
Captivating or real,
Was sorrowful and decieving.
And so you go, turn around,
Hoping to have missed the bats,
But they hover close to you.
Darkness overhead, so you hurry
And finally they are gone.
But the sorrow that lingers
Makes you feel swollen with grief.
A tear falls, before you
even begin to blink an eye.
And again that aliveness is born.
You are swollen with grief.