With loss, the pall is overwhelming.
The sun no longer shines. The air
is dank and dreary. Where to seek
light? My soul thirsts after dawn.
Will it never break? Will I never be
free of the dark? Weary am I for
trying to find my way, meandering
through all that is dismal. Where,
oh where is the path?!
sad days weeks months years
or is it a way of life
when shall i be healed
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