I sit and wait as the time goes by,
unable to find any escape from grief.
I glance at the clock only to find
many hours to go before relief.
The comforts I seek from emotions so stark
that I hope to find in the arms of sleep
seem to elude my frantic grasp in the dark,
and my only choice is to wait and weep.
The crushing weight of being alone
is only lifted when my slumber comes,
and even then, my subconscious groans
as even my dreams realize she is gone.
So this is my life, day and night,
always laden with the heavy sadness.
There is no way my heart will ever be right,
and my mind sinks ever more into madness.
The Crushing Grief After The Passing Of My Wife
No Comfort
Published: February 22, 2021
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