A Sorrow Too Deep

Kayla shouts Father! Father! I'm here! Kayla? he cries crouching, arms outspread I'm here now sweetie, there's nothing to fear But he wakes to a life far beyond dread With the world asleep he drives through the night There's the hospital which offered such hope Oh, his angel! His God-given delight! His grief's too deep, but somehow, he copes Streets still and empty; a brisk Sunday morn Bland buildings sprouting in cold cement From natures blessed gift he is shorn The wound can't heal; was his life truly meant? Wife and friends seem odd; not fully real Banal, empty, irksome words swirl The mirror's harsh truths on his face reveal He lost his life when he lost his sweet girl Written 8/25/22 A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE CONTEST