Now is the Time

A sense of doubt creeps up on him,
The future right now looks horribly dim,
He needs help from all of his friends,
To help him through the devastating end,
He needs to swallow his almighty pride,
So he can sit down and try to cry,
He must do what's right for himself,
Even if someone he loves gets put on the shelf,
All of his troubles are compounding,
How he has come this far is astounding,
But grief has an awful habit,
Of creeping up when you least expect it,
And when grief does its creeping,
It always ends in someone weeping,
So now is the time he does his grieving,
Now is the time relationships start breaking,
Now is the time he frees his soul,
Now is the time he can once again feel whole.