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
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