it has no place to go

Failing to put that constant nagging feeling into words? 

That feeling that puts you in a space where denial sounds sane but acceptance sounds absurd.

Where are you going, you keep asking it.

Digging deep into your existence, it doesn't stop.

You run behind it to finally put an end to it.

It screeches slowly into something that you call your soul, 

The damage is permanent and you know it played foul.

So, now what?

What's left to keep you going?

Well, that's upto you, what act are you showing.

And then,

There comes a point where 

you can no more bear the agony, 

you cannot reconcile back your heart from that heartbreak, 

your blurry eyes can no more habitat that peircing cry, 

you can no longer hold on to that gulp of unfathomed tears stuck in your throat. 

You start to realize that the heaviness in your chest is the sorrow that made a void until there remained absolutely nothing to explode.

Well, all of that is grief.

The grief that has no place to go.

P.s I had written this a few weeks later after my Dadi passed away. Just posting it now.