GRIEF HAD ROBBED ME

I had( somehow )
lost my self.

Looked in all
the usual places.

The mind
( empty as bedamned ).

The heart
( a hollow laugh ).

Even memory
( not the merest sign ).

Grief had robbed me
of who I knew as me.

Left me nothing but
a full sized cardboard cut-out

of who I
used to be.

I felt like a movie set
house you know all

front & no
back.

Unreally I
appeared real.

"Hope it don't rain..."
my cardboard self

said to
itself.