THE LOSS OF A CHILD
Losing a child is catastrophic.
A parent becomes an emotional brick.
Life as it was vanished so quick.
“WHY ME? WHY MY CHILD?!” “I feel sick!”
That type of a death is the most tragic!
I once was happy!
Now, I’m heartsick!
There’s a huge knot in my stomach.
My brain’s full of static.
My whole life’s in a panic.
My son and I used to play and frolic.
Now, my good moments are very sporadic.
I’m either hypnotic or quite frantic.
Sometimes, my existence seems so nomadic,
Drifting in and out of life; I feel catatonic.
Years later, I don’t feel as drastic.
I remember good times; it’s almost automatic.
Sadness and grief still appear; for a second it’s toxic.
Then, I go on without being ritualistic or robotic.
I laugh and I cry; it’s quite simplistic.