Loss

I cry a hot stream of grief that pools into an ocean with waves crackling like thunder, and explosion of fury seeded deep from within, spawned with yet another body, lifeless and soulless waiting to be found in shattered windows, dreams and hope lost beyond repair, yet another body that pours, blood mixed with tears, up into the sky, forever to be remembered, forever to be missed, and maybe one day I will look up and see that sky, filled with the stream of sticky, hot loss that drowns me for years to come, making the air impossible to breath, and the sky yet another poison, or a reflection to remind me of that one day, the one letter that told me what I could never hear, a letter from death himself whispering into my ears, "it will be okay", and yet it cannot be, and it never will as death creeps and prays on every corner, looking into the harmless, the harmed-less souls that wade through the ocean of grief, yet somehow still I not wade, yet drown in this ocean, forever deep in the dark inky abyss of tears, and lost hope.