Why

Tragedy is so common and making sense of it can make you go mad....

On an October morn, 

two parents mourn. 

A lament goes up, 

 a family robbed. 

No light given on this bright day, 

no reason understood. 

Chaos and darkness are the only revelation had, 

there is no sense to this. 

The future was so sure, 

nine months gone in an instant, 

now anguish has a habitation where joy once resided. 

Where there should be congratulations is only consolation, 

nothing will console these two wounded souls. 

There is no comfort here, 

just void, just a deep pitch black.      

 

Author's Note

I wrote this for two friends of mine that on Oct 3 lost their child before she was born. My grief for them is paramount and I feel like I am going crazy trying to understand the point in all this but maybe it's not mine to know....