Disconsolate

Although we may rationalise (sic)

Nurture our fate

Nothing can prepare or compare with

This immeasurable sense of loss

All can be calm

Until that thought arises

And plummets toward the ground

Time passes like the dripping of a tap

And sleep, becomes that time when the body can no longer be awake

Each morning, eyes blearier than the night before

But it had passed

As I was there within it

Watching over as if through the eyes of another

Through conscious repetition

But my thoughts were elsewhere

Longing, but unable to take the steps

That might continue this journey

Indignant in this bleak landscape, that no longer binds

Each serene moment, accompanied by another full of dread

And I resolve

To that familiar feeling time tries so hard to bury

To live life, only to bear