Grief is a beast that comes in the night

Gnashing it's teeth to rip at my heart, it gains on me as the sun sets every evening. I know it is coming. I feels it's hot breath upon my neck and feel the fear tightening my chest. Though I bolt the door, or even try to run or hide, it finds me, and wounds me beyond recognition. A bloodthirsty monster that is relentless in it's hunt. It knows where to find me. It knows how to hurt me. It knows I am defenseless. Each night I run, trying to keep the beast at bay. Breathless in my attempted escape. Clinging to my husband out of fear. But the battle rages internal and I am never the victor.