The desperate hours
coming early tonight
Out of the shadow
Dark and muddled
Mocking my wanting and
needing
Without notice
Pain comes often
The urgency in it
Stoic during daylight
The misery taking hold in those
desolate, bleak, stark
hours
How can this be so deep,
when I am unable to see any end.
I know it must be near. But when?
Weeping now for what I have lost.
Quiet tears
Finding a way
Collapsing my lungs
Shutting out the constant air that I need to breathe
Ignoring my suffering
Ignoring my loss
I loved you complete
Yet, you are gone
And I am left here
Broken and ashamed