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
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