How does one describe the pain of loss?
It is a deep, devilish burning,
An exceedingly dark, exponentially enlarging hole
Which engulfs all sense of reason and time.
A terrible darkness, a piercing sword,
A seeping poison, the strongest acid,
Constantly eating away the light in one’s eyes.
A prolific, profound euphoria,
Mixed with the deepest of all depression.
It is a single dark cloud
In the midst of the brightest, most pristine sky.
The most hopeless of all hopelessness.
The most powerless feeling,
Knowing nothing you could have done would have changed things.
Death, the great separator.
It is a dark veil,
Blending past with future.
It is a heavy curtain which descends upon the stage of life,
It is a raging wildfire,
The boundary between a mere flicker of a lifetime,
And a boundless eternity.
The final tribulation of mankind.
The largest hurdle in life itself.
The most daunting of ships
That everyone must board.
It leaves nothing in its wake but fear and pain.
It takes everything one has,
Leaving only an empty shell of a man in the ground.
The spirit, torn from its mortal frame
Heads on its final trek,
Either to a burning pit
Or to a shining shore.
Which is your destination?