The a pain a person endures from the death of the person closest to their heart is a horrid thing. The suffering and loneliness is what this poem is about.

This pain I cannot fathom

For I cannot cross this chasm

With breath still in my lungs

When all's been said and sung

This absence in the air, in the room, in the streets

The void echos in my hands and in my feet

You've left me behind

With no consolation left to find

My heart beyond broke

Life is now a cruel sick joke

A mockery

Every minute a memory

The lonely violin begins to play

My misery it does orchestrate

Tears the flow of the melody

The chorus sings of no such remedy

I cry out but make no sound

For they have sent out hell's hound

The searing pain unquenchable

My love for you invincible

I collect the taters of my soul

It is silent, dead, and cold

I am utterly alone

Feeling my sorrow to the bone

Hope remains in the morbid fact

Each heartbeat brings me closer to my last

Closer to my forever

Closer to my lover

Closer to my forever love

The End

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