Death

The death of a loved one scours the soul.
Into darkness with only a wooden bowl
into a morass of dead ends and red herrings
until you question how soon is the ending
of a life of suffering and painful vision
of a future not worth living alone.

Andrew Mark Watkins © 2016

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