Loss

The pain is so visceral and real
It knocks me off my feet and
My knees weaken and fall away
Beneath me as my body sinks
Inexorably to the ground below.

My hands touching the soft wet
Ground grasp at the leaves
For the purchase that might steady
My shaking body, as my soul
Spirals into a blackened confusion.

Lost in its own anguish, screaming
Its own agonies in the unanswerable
Cross examination of the mind,
My physical body abandons itself to the
Emotional realm in an endless continuum

Of turmoil, wrecking waves of
Anxiety over my psyche time and
Time again, as distant thoughts echo
In and out of reality trying to rescue
Me from the abyss they call insanity.

Whilst wrestling the never-ending darkness
I cannot cede the fight to this loss.
At my core, the essence of my being
All that remains is that lonely fight
Back to the light of living and life.

To go on is not a betrayal of love
Nor does it deny the past its
Rightful place in my memories. Of all that
Has been and all that will come
What does remain true is love.