Irrelevance

Life after death is insignificant It is simply ridiculous How do you pick up the pieces After the glass ceiling Has be shattered and broken No words need be spoken In this relinquished environment Lord, I’m so tired of this All determination has vanished My emotions running rampant Mutilated, defective, damaged Is who I have become What’s the point of optimism I’ve weathered many assaults But the loss of my son Is more tedious than any Circumstance and I wish I had just one chance To go back in time And alter the timeline My life again would have relevance And not in a contingency of irrelevance