Sad in a Box

She represented
the only good thing
in my wretched life
of selfish excess

My wellspring of joy
who supported me always
though thick and thin
aged rapidly
due to my nonsense

I should have let her go

cause I knew

I was her poison arrow

Now I kneel down before God
with this postmortem confession 
as we bury my life today 

The mourners through the fog of tears
all thinking to themselves
if their was any justice
between Heaven and Earth
it should be me in that box

If only I had the power
to accommodate their prayers

Life and death is so unfair