John Trainer Poet Free verse

A Widower's Depression

The encumbrance of
life
Copious and
never-ending
A leaching
gangrenous wound
In need of
dismemberment
From his torpid soul

The medicinal
elixirs have raped
the mind
And replaced it with
a dense syrup 
That makes
cognition, onerous 
He cares for nothing
Feels nothing—is
nothing

A means to an end
Has him captivated
Fixated on the task
Relief is at hand
But he lacks the
strength and courage

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Sara Kendrick September 11, 2014 at 5:51 AM I can just see the scene of a lonely man who is lost without his life's mate..There is light at the end of the tunnel though..All have to work through grief and most come out stronger on the other side..Sara