Awful Weight of Agony

The phone just rang; the wrenching news has caught me unaware. My heart is numb, my tongue is dumb; I stumble down the stair. I cannot comprehend the words Sorrow just spoke to me; will someone pause to share my awful weight of agony? How can a heart bear all this ache and not explode with strain? I lie awake, for love's sweet sake, reliving it again. I take it in--the sights, the sounds--Grief's dreadful potpourri; will someone pause to share my awful weight of agony? So on it goes week after week, year after bitter year; I drink the gall, I taste it all, Death's mad cocktail of fear. A tombstone sentinels the wound the Reaper made in me; will someone pause to share my awful weight of agony? Only the ones who walk this way can ever understand... Who have laid a child, to be defiled, beneath the mould and sand. God sent His Son, His only one, a sacrifice for me; and He will pause to share my awful weight of agony. Copyright, 4-18-2014, Faye Gibson