On Grief as a devil

Grief is a devil.
With long sharp claws and a wild barbed tail.
Hidden and unseen
Traveling with you
Preying on the moments
When you have a respite
With flashes of memory and digging little pinches
Poking and prodding and probing
Just out of sight
They calm your sails
And cool your jets
Douse your fire
And shatter your calm
To prey upon your moments
Of remembrance and memory
For grief is a little devil
With long sharp claws
And a barbed bony tail
Bringing hell to you
All to hear you wail