Life, death, love, loss

It’s all cliche

It’s been done

Overdone

That broken heart

That dead loved one

That big hole left in the soul

We all live it, survive it

Poet’s write about it

Musicians sing about it

It makes our ” I can’t” Into ” I can”

 

This time I refuse

I can’t come to some grand acceptance

Fuck loss

Fuck death and it’s dirty tricks and games

There is nothing glorious or manageable

About a heart being ripped apart

Friends gone

Family dead

Another loss, another funeral

Another sad goodbye no one wants to do

No it doesn’t make us stronger

There is no God plan to rescue us

There is no brighter tomorrow

Just more of the same