Stage 2: Grief
Desolate
In the black and barren winter
desolation spreads across the land.
Bony trees crook witch’s fingers;
the earth submits to death’s command.
And I am desolate - inconsolable -
with a hurt I can’t put into words.
And I wish that I had never loved,
for to lose that love is surely worse.
Smile
Smile while you cry, they say, don’t let the darkness in.
Smile while you cry and the sadness won’t ever win.
Smile while you cry, they say, then it won’t seem so bad -
And the music they play is joyful, but it seems to me so sad.
Smile while you cry, they say, that’s how to beat off despair.
Smile while you cry and you’ll start to think you never cared.
Smile while you cry, they say, it’ll surely be a relief -
And the music they play is joyful, but I hear only the singer’s grief.
Weep
I am contained within by the blizzard’s rage
That howls and blows
Against the snow-clotted screens.
Nose pressed up against a cold window,
My vision is filled with wind and snow,
But not a single soul is to be seen.
I am contained within the glass cage of my grief.
There’s no one here to touch me.
There’s no one to hear me weep.
My Heart
My heart has atrophied,
It has withered and near died.
It’s the size of a wrinkled raisin,
But fossilized.