Aching Bruise

Everyone is getting ready For the Holidays already. Shopping, rushing around, Yet in sorrow I do drown. Their photos I came across I feel pain, agony, the loss For my life is an empty shell It is my own special hell. My babies are gone And I am withdrawn. Aching and in torment Into this Hell I descent. Crying, weeping, and numb I wait for darkness to succumb. I want to rant, rave, and wail But alas it is to no avail. I know this is my due Yet some say it is untrue. Either way, the pain is more Than even I can ignore. I can't catch my breath Though I wish for death I am still unfortunately here Drowning in my endless tears. You say I need to move on That they are long gone That this is what I deserve. I say you have some nerve. Who can so move ahead With part of their soul dead? Who can get off their knees When they are filled with agony? Just when I think I am ok Something makes me sway And to my knees I fall And in torment I do crawl. Will I ever be the same? No and only myself to blame. No more flickering flame This I do proclaim. There is this abyss This hole that exists This aching bruise And sorrow does ooze. My heart is broken It is no mere token. It cannot be healed So forever it is sealed.