The Space…

My Table is Bare
 
Grief is such a lonely place
An unchartered wilderness, journeyed alone
Unsharable, isolating
Far from familiar ground
 
No one knows the despair
Not even I, I guess
For it comes in waves and ripples
When I least expect
Bringing endless tears
And pain of strangulation
Overwhelming me at times
‘til I lose all sensation.
 
Some people come close
With words of comfort and a smile
Their sympathy and kindness
Form a blanket, for a while
It all fades though when I shut the door
Hoping to find you there
But things are just as I left them
My table is bare.

Breda Trimble © 2009