There are No Words

I have seen people die of broken hearts,
grief consume and
breath by breath by breath, suffocate.
I have seen loss remove reason,
ability to discern good from evil,
for all looks evil in the dark void of emptiness.

I have seen death suck the soul of a mother,
a father,
a sister,
a brother;
I have seen the inadequacy of words
and the inability to comprehend a pain so deep.

I have seen death steer a mother into the grave,
into the black hole of anti-matter, anti-life,
for living hurts too much to bear.
I have seen a mother dying of a broken heart,
night by night by night by night by night.
I have seen the angels weep.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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