MILES tO gO

How can anything comfort
The death of loved child, for
It can only be suffered in
hearts
That can't hide

The rawness the keening, the
bleeding the screaming
For, no helping hand can now
Comfort the damned, living 

Lives ever hiding a terrible
ache
Condemned to walk
onwards...for
God knows what sake, when

Each new day breaking
Is a terrible thing
To hear laughter and music is
A deep painful sting
When the sunshine feels toxic
And birdsong is vile...no...
There are no words of
comfort
To ease grief's tortured mile

Marion Price 2/1/21