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The Dark Day

The Day I lost my Son

Every year this day will come,
And memories will recall the time.
That ‘ringing bell’ one early morning,
When terrible news was told.
 
Sudden was the shock our hearts were burnt,
Nerves were all awry and tears fell from our eye,
On edge, the very edge, of sanity, of control,
Crushing, frightful, unbelievable, a loss of loss.
 
Days are tight, nights too long; the world ‘has’ gone wrong.
Rivers of tears wash the face, but grief is not displaced.
The truth of it bites the soul, like a red-hot flaming coal.
Belief is shattered, fragments scattered, shards cut, nothing can console!
 
Questions come, mostly why? No not him! he did not have to die.
Why take him away from us, this cannot be, this is not right.
But nothing now can bring him back,
Our lives now stretched upon the rack.
 
Pointless now the future is, directionless nothing now to give.
The compass needle of our souls now spins ‘out of control’
A face put on, a ‘fraud’ if known; we walk with friends, but are alone!
From now on this will be the way, until we too reach our day.

Note: News like this can have only one effect and that is obvious. Sadly it happens all too often when unexpectedly the worse possible news becomes known. It will affect all of us differently; you have no choice but to hold on as best you can…I

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