Is it morning? then why so dark,
where is the sun the moon the stars!
Why so very still and silent,
no barking of dogs nor busy motor cars.
Why does the air smell so acrid and stale,
no floral scents nor fast food smell.
Why am I surrounded and yet so very alone,
praying to Heaven, trapped in mine own Hell.
Sight forsake me pray let me not see,
the answer to all my questions, all but one.
How will I live when one so full of life,
has said farewell ... and without me... moved softly on.