For the Love of Lost

Heartbroken can’t express the grief Fingers cannot contain the torrent of tears Justified to feel fractious Fractious but without justice The moil of sleeplessness An anxiety of tragedy, the tight, oppressive grip Grief Management, or so it’s called Manage grief? Palliate this extreme? No, it can’t be done A cocktail of grief, add frustration and confusion With a spoonful of angst and bitter Bereft of supernal force or being Alive now but without the living. Alone, that’s the feeling So many questions left, no chance to ask Brackish aftertaste pervade, maybe evermore There’ll be no more ambuscade Care-less, the new attitude Feeling limp and lifeless now Sad, but in real terms and alone Goodbye mum. Goodbye