Loss

Loss

Above all else

My pain is worse.

I need a moment to dwell in myself.

This may take years.

This is not new to my self-

It’s not my first.

It’s no one else.

Before all is said

And many thoughts left undone,

Many aspirations turned to ash

As bridges burn-

I’m only left to ask

Am I really truly the only one?

For me all is sad.

As I now lay still

And left with my mirror to reflect,

Looking inward endlessly

But onwardly blind-

Pools of tears come in my sleep.

And the pain is true and direct,

So I stay still.

Materialism is laughable

And knowledge a mere hoax.

A soul carries only love,

The pain of loss is also there.

All else is maintained above

Subsided with a mental coax.

Am I able to laugh?

The grievance towards grief-

The downward spiraling stair-

The soul’s response to loss?

Tear-stained skin with wrenching gut.

Loves one potential cost!

The downward cast stare

Sees grief itself grieving….

And this is known as loss.

Joel Prickett

11/11/20