• In the dark of night it comes
    creeping through the shadows.
    searching.

    In this pounding heart of mine
    with this fear rising
    i know that it is
    coming.

    to rip, to tear, to ravage
    to shred, to break, to crush.

    It echoes in my bones
    and cries out in the night.

    in hopelessness.
    in sorrow.

    it screams to deaf ears
    the pain that it has suffered.

    and the pain its given back in return.

    it crashes down apon me
    waves against the shore
    and races with my heartbeat
    that pounds inside my head.

    one word to put it to,
    though it does not describe.

    only one word it could be named.

    and as it slowly approaches me
    with staggered, but certain steps

    i know now how it is to feel
    the thing called

    loss.