Grief

Where to place, how to face
Innebriate yourself irate
But still no cure
Though you want it to be
No answer, nothing asked
Though we feel, a great weight.

Tears fall downward
This is gravity
Otherwise we cannot control
The direction they take
Nor their course.
Mountains don't choose their streams,
Much less their glaciers
And a glaciers power is fickle
Streams begin, where they trickle.