Perhaps all was well yester morning as I woke.
Yet now that has changed, my anger has been provoked.
As I wonder too often over my painful loss.
Where one must go, for resolve often lost.
I look in the eyes of friends, yet nothing.
I look in the eyes of family, yes, something.
Yet not enough to give me inner satisfaction.
Turning at night, sleepless with inner reaction.
Tell me then of this Lord's bigger purpose.
Where we all have a reason, for living out, although a surplus.
For when we leave, many tend to forget.
How beautiful we were, the meanings we represent.
Yet here we are, within one of life's twists.
As I frustrate myself, searching, for what does not exist.
A reason why I now face this wicked loss within my strife.
Though many may die everyday, this was part of my life.
Don't understand, perhaps I never, ever will.
So I just put down these thoughts, in hopes of emotional spills.
