Poem: The Loss of My Brother
The sun has set; the night has come
Long before its time.
All eyes are wet; demons have won--
No reason or rhyme.
Faith has wandered; all hope has died
As darkness surrounds.
Minds have pondered; spirits have tried
But still it confounds.
Hearts have broken; dreams have soured
As grim truth descends.
Death has spoken; Life’s devoured
Long before its end.
The earth still turns; all else goes on,
Not missing a beat.
Injustice burns; yes, you’re still gone,
Spurned by busy feet
It isn’t fair; it isn’t right
To lose you so soon!
Yet we must bear; we all must fight
The e’er mournful tune,
For ghosts reach out; Death closes in,
Searching for more prey.
Doubt builds on doubt; black soaks within
Stealing each new day.
Somehow we must; some way we need
To flourish once more:
Out of the dust, we must proceed
Or Death wins the war.
Image Credit » Amanda Dollak